See below for the story - narrated by Matt
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One room, one handle, one good time

Well the night started off just like any other nice little gathering would. I took a couple of pics of my room before anyone got here so that everyone can see the loft in all it's glory. Whatever. Brian and Sarah drove in from A&M and got here at about 5:30. We figured we'd waste not time at all before we started the drinking. Brian and I took the honorary first shot and gave a nice pose so that we would have a picture to put up on the 'about the webmasters' page. I immediately transferred the picture to my computer because the last time that I took that picture, it ended up being one of the 105 pictures that go erased! DAMNIT! Don't get me started on that one. So we did that and immediately took another shot to celebrate that we actually got the picture on there. We called up Pete to tell him to get his lazy ass on over so he could join the drinking. He was too lazy to walk from Carothers to Prather (a 5 minute walk) so he decided to drive over. So ten minutes later he finally gets here. Of course we take a shot at his arrival. We talked a little about nothing and decided to take another shot. Then we got hungry, were else would a couple of people that had been drinking go to eat? Taco C. So Pete leaves before us to go pick up his g/f Jess and we were going to meet him there.

Brian and I thought it would be best to take a shot before we go so that we keep the buzz going. But as we were walking to the car we thought we need another one b/c neither one of us was really feeling too much. But instead of taking on, we thought we'd kill two birds with one stone and take a double shot. Then it was time to go to Taco C. Well by the time we got there, I was feeling pretty good. I was a little loud to say the least. I was eating a tortilla and was about to throw a piece in the air an catch it in my mouth when Pete bet me $1 that I couldn't catch it. Brian made the same bet. Sarah made a similar bet. Well I threw it up and the damn thing landed on top of the fan blade. Fuckin' A. What are the odds. Well now that I think about it, that's really not even a big deal. But it seemed like it was at the time because of the drinking.

Well we figured it was time to go back to my room and find the real party of the night. When I got back I called my friend Melody to get the arrangements. She said that she'll call me a little later to tell me exactly when to come over. I figured it was all good and continued drinking. Shots 7-10 came and went. As you can see we slowly look more and more trashed (notice the leis on heads etc.). Notice shots 11 and 12 for Brian and I in the above pictures (the last shot picture). I am definitely good toasted before those shots. We continued talking and playing James Bond on the N64 for entertainment. Pete then came up to me and said for me to hold Brian's hands and that he was going to put lipstick on him (definitely a drunken thing to do). It sounded like a damn good plan to me since I was also trashed. Notice the picture above for that. We continued to party. My friend Melody called me back somewhere around this time. She said the party was kickin' and for us to come over. Unfortunately for us, we were all too drunk to drive. Well Jess was sober, but I don’t think she wanted to go to the party anyway. I don't remember why we didn't go over there. So I guess we just forgot about going to another party and just stayed here. Needless to say that everything gets really fuzzy after this. The sad thing was that it was only 10:30 and we were all trashed out of our minds. I you can see me for some reason behind the couch and some other drunken pictures as well. About that time Sarah got sick. 9 shots for someone who's never done shot before is a bad idea. Brian cared for her while me and Pete wrestled. Though I don't know why we did that. We stopped when he started bleeding. I still don't know what was bleeding, but I assume it was his nose or something. Guessing from the picture, it looks like I wondered into my neighbor's room with the camera. What the hell was I thinking? The rest of this is assumptions on what happened because that's were my memory leaves off. Brian cared for Sarah in the bathroom for a couple of hours. Jess pulled out the fold out bed from the couch so that we didn't have to climb 5 feet to pass out. Then Jess and Pete left, I passed out with my head hanging off the couch and Brian and Sarah eventually made it to the bed after Sarah felt a little better.

I have 3 morning after pictures there. As you can see there is just a drop of tequila left in the handle that started full from the night. Which means 4 people basically polished off a handle. Damn. Except for throwing up in the middle of the street after eating at The Kettle the day after, it was a good time.

Lessons learned

A person who has ever taken a shot should start by taking 9 tequila shots.

I shouldn't take 12 shots of tequila again unless I work for a month building a tolerance

Brian already has that tolerance

Don't drink that damn much before 10:00pm