Just call me Long Island Iced J

A friend of mine commented about relaxing at a friends house and having a long island iced tea.
As with many things,  it sparked a memory in me.   One of those adventures that some would say was good and others might not.   But it happened something like this

(the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent.  They know who they are,  and I love them to this day)

It was my 2nd year at college.  It was our version of spring break (since it was a catholic college,   I think they just rolled the catholic version of dice every year and that's when semester break was).   Being geeks we all had interim classes (3 weeks of classes such as the history of the math equation and an ode to edgar rice burroughs or something similar).    As a group we had planned on going to 6 flags over chicago for a much needed decompression.    The battle over where to go was fierce.    The last time we had headed out as a group was to go to Kansas City and world's of fun,  oceans of fun.   Unfortunately noone actually checked to see if it would be open (I still blame shaun on that one).   But that's for another story

Before we headed towards Chicago we had to meet some of the newest members of the gang.   They were friends of Rick (changed names remember) and Ann,  so I had no idea who they were.   But they seemed nice,  and at least playful.   You get the guage of a person when your lobbing quarters into someone's cleavage at a bar (before you jump on me,   this was about as low cut a shirt as you could get and she was seriously endowed.  Plus she was using the quarters to pay for her drinks.   So meh.......

One of the last ones of our group had to get one of those damned serious classes (probably essays on the genius that is wapner or something) so we were all going to wait for her to get done.    She was engaged to the guy that I was riding up with.  I had just gotten out of the hospital for the OMGth time and was still sore (you get enough needles for blood draws and iv's in your arm and tell me you don't look like a drug addict).

We ended up waiting and waiting for the class to be over.   There had been some rumblings of some bad juju going on due to some personal dynamics that really isn't important to this story.  But in the long run, an engagement got called off,   lots of people being upset and not sure who should go and I'm sitting there hoping that I can at least keep the guy driving the car together so that I don't become a spot on the highway.

We will fast forward to 85mpg driving around the chicago loop,   Myself calling off traffic at 8 at night like I was calling dive bombers in world war II.  But we made it safely to the hotel.    Got up to our rooms and I needed a drink.   Badly.  The night before was the first time I had seriously gotten plastered
(probably about half a bottle of SoCo lived with me that night).    So I went down to the bar to get a Long Island Iced Tea.    Now this was one of the real ones.   All the different levels,  the bitters and the punch right up side the head that a good one will give you.    I drank it,  went back upstairs and my roommate for the night was pissed and depressed like a puppy dog you had never known.

One of the people who went was us had demonstrated she had had a huge crush on Rick,   and had made it no bones that if he hadn't been engaged she would have jumped him.    As I got back into the room he basically called me an A@@hole.  For all the things that had happened I couldn't think what had gone wrong or how it was my fault.  After about 5 minutes of him hubbubbing around it,  he basically told me this girl had came into the room when I had gone downstairs,  and she basically jumped his bones.  Now understand Rick was about 6'5 and probably around 225 lbs.   The girl was 4 foot 8 on a good day and maybe around 130 lbs.   Not sure really who jumped who on that one.    So after I laughed for the next 30 minutes,   stopped took a breath and then laughed again for another 30 minutes I went to sleep.

The next day was going to 6 flags,  and if you wanted to see a giant of a red haired man being scared of a woman the size of a gnome,    I knew I should have taken pictures of that one.  It was incredibly funny.

That's my story,  and I'm sticking to it.