I was super pumped when I found out I’d been nominated for a Liebster Award by The Tipsy Nomads. I had no idea what it was, I just lit up at the word “Award.” After I stopped running laps around the house and cheering, I looked up what the award actually was with this handy page.
- Answer the 11 questions from the person who nominated you
- Nominate 11 new bloggers and ask them 11 questions
- Share 11 random facts about yourself
Because The Tipsy Nomads is a blog about drinks around the world, their questions for me were naturally about drinking 🙂 Please read my >>Disclaimer<< before you start freaking out that I’m a crazy drunkard.
11 Questions From the Person Who Nominated Me:
1. What is the most money you have ever spent in one night, just on drinks and where was it and what were you drinking?
This is going to be a tough one. I am really cheap so when I go out I try not to spend that much money. That doesn’t mean I don’t drink though… The most I’ve ever spent in one night has been for a party I’m throwing—probably Dad’s (Natalie’s) 20th birthday party. I planned on everyone paying me back…but that just didn’t happen. I spent a lot on my goodbye party too—1/2 keg of Sunshine Wheat from New Belgium Brewery, three bottles of vodka for my classic cranberry punch, bottle of tequila, 40-rack of crappy beer, bottle of whisky, and I think something girly, like Malibu. Probably around $300 total. I have incredible luck though. The nights where I drink the best I tend to spend the least. Strange. Drinking more=being richer? Should test this hypothesis. 😉
<<Jello Shots I made for the party
2. What is your favourite alcoholic drink?
Tough. So many to choose from…In the USA it was a 7&7 (whiskey and 7-up) and my favorite shot was a dirty girl scout or grapefruit vodka with chocolate chips. Here I have become incredibly fond of fernet and coke. Nothing can deter me from a good wheat beer made in Fort Collins though 😉
>>(At right) Me and one of my best friends, Nick, getting a beer sampler on Saint Patrick’s day at Fort Collins Brewery
3. What was the cheapest drink you have ever tried and where was it and what did it taste like?
Besides free? Haha 😉 In the USA: Sundance Bar & Saloon…a whiskey-something (whiskey water probably…I’m not sure but it came from a tap) for 25ȼ. Here in Argentina: The Alamo’s beer. No one knows what it is but it gives you a horrendous hangover and makes you do crazy things. With you and a friend’s entrance plus 5 pesos (about $1) you can get four liters of the stuff. Yes, four (4) liters for $1.
4. Give us your funniest drinking story.
That’s going to be a difficult one to choose…This one took place in Fort Collins. It was my freshman year. I was dating this guy whose roommate threw excellent parties in their house (apparently he wasn’t so great about clean-up, but luckily I didn’t live there.) He’d always have a theme and this one was “Adventure.” You were supposed to dress up as your favorite adventurer or somehow conform to the theme, so, naturally, my friends and I went all out. I was Xena the Warrior Princess and I’d made my costume myself. I’d even hot glued golden ribbons directly onto my ankles (apparently I kept proudly telling everyone this throughout the night…)
When we entered the party, we were relatively early. My boyfriend wasn’t there yet, but he told us he’d left us some Arbor Mist (carbonated wine stuff) in the fridge. We got started slowly but felt kind of uncomfortable as more and more people arrived in regular clothing. I wasn’t ashamed of my costume—it was awesome as you can see—but it was clear we’d put a little more effort into these costumes than everyone else. My boyfriend called me and asked what we wanted him to pick up for us on his way to the party and my friend requested this stuff called “Hot Damn!” It’s the bargain brand of cinnamon schnapps. I’d had it once before and, still being a beginner drinker, it was girly and smooth enough for me to handle.
He arrived with the liquor and we took a shot to celebrate. Then I took another shot with a friend who we didn’t know we had in common. Then a couple more friends got there and we all took a shot together. Then I took a shot with my best friend. Then I took a shot with a random guy who was waiting in line for the bathroom because he said my costume was “awesome.” At that point I realized that this Hot Damn! wasn’t the same kind I’d had before….it was 100 proof. All of this plus two other drinks in the course of an hour…and the scene was set.
Cut to: Us in the basement, young sweaty college kids packed in tight, playing pool and beer pong and swinging on the decorative “adventure vines”. Loud music but not too loud to talk. Suddenly my best friend’s jaw drops.
“Oh my gawd!” she says, “I know that girl. She worked at the Texas Roadhouse!”
Now, my best friend used to be a hostess at the Texas Roadhouse and let me tell y’all how much she hated it: A WHOLE DARN LOT. It wasn’t necessarily a horrible job but all of the girls were really mean to her. She’d been driven to finally quit her job about a month before the party and hadn’t seen any of the girls since.
“Where?” I sway as I attempt to stand on my tip toes and get a better view.
“There, in the black, with the black hair talking to that one girl. See her? She has her back to us. [Insert expletive here] I can’t believe she’s here!”
“Was she a bitch?” I ask bluntly.
“Well, yeah…they all were.”
“Imma go talkto’er,” I declare, and start marching over. My friend grabs me by the shoulder.
“Autumn! No! Don’t start anything, she doesn’t even know we’re here…it could,” she pauses, “I don’t know, it could mess up my recommendation from there or something.”
“Don’t worry,” I assure her, “I’m just gonna talk to‘er realquick.” And I march off again.
I think I really had just intended to talk to this girl…but in the few meter’s walk I must have changed my mind because I only said two words. I just stood there glaring at the back of her head until she turned around, confused. Then I delivered my two words with my fist, “Hey bitch.”
Not my classiest moment for sure…and it gets worse. I had fallen down after my fist made contact and she’d dragged me up by my hair. I think it would have hurt much worse if I’d had all of my senses, but I was pummeling her with my hands and kicking like a blind cat dipped in water. Our friends broke us apart before we got rowdier.
Cut to: The girl and I are in the backyard screaming at each other and struggling against the friends who are holding us back from tearing each other apart. A circle has formed of at least thirty people screaming, “GIRL FIGHT!” I am determined to defend my friend’s honor at whatever cost. People are streaming out of the house trying to see what’s going on when I elbow my friend in the ribs and she loses her grip on me. Sacrifices, I guess.
I must have really been in character. I don’t know what exactly went through my mind but my hand dropped to my left hip and drew my plastic sword dramatically. Gripping it tightly with both hands I let out a frightening drunk battle cry as I ran at her and shoved the gray plastic into her throat. The plastic wasn’t substantial enough to do any harm and, from the accounts of my friends, made the whole scene comical and anti-climactic. I didn’t do much more than annoy her and get her rambling about how stupid freshman are.
Cut to: Me sitting on my boyfriend’s bed, my shield and sword safely out of my reach and all of my closest friends pledging their support and telling me that I was not out of my mind. I wanted nothing more than to put my armor back on and attack, but they told me the guys of the house were handling it.
Many other things happened that night. In the morning I had the worst hangover that I’ve ever had in my life. Two days later, when I noticed silly string on the front lawn, I was devastated that I’d missed the silly string fight…apparently I started it. Who knows what other shenanigans I got into…but I was surrounded by my closest friends who I know kept me (sort of) under control.
The girl, who my friends and I now refer to as TXRH bitch, was not actually that mean to my best friend. I feel bad that I attacked her so viciously and suddenly. She did not even know who I was. I don’t think I did either (except Xena.) It turned out that she was dating the next door neighbor and we had a lot in common actually, but it led to a slight rivalry between the two houses over the next year. Shame on me.
Sometimes people will see me at a party and remember me as Xena, even though I swear I’ve never met them. The smell of cinnamon still makes me uneasy, and I haven’t gotten in a fight since that night. I hope to keep it that way. The next time I might be totally unarmed.
So I’m only going to share that story but I wrote another post about a particularly crazy night I had in Brazil during Carnaval. You can read it here.
5. What is your best hangover cure/routine?
Water. Food. Vitamins. When I’m planning an irresponsible night I try to lessen the blow to my liver by downing a glass of water for every shot/drink I have. This is surprisingly effective. The best offense is a good defense 😉 I just deleted about two paragraphs of inappropriate jokes…sorry, but I can’t afford to deteriorate my image further during this post.
ANYHOW, if I do end up feeling not so fortunate the morning after an eventful night, I have to eat. I maintain that Qdoba breakfast burritos can cure any hangover of mine. I sure do miss those.
6. What is your all-time favourite drinking song?
7. Where in the world is your favourite drinking spot?
On any roof, beach, or around any campfire. Ideally, a campfire on the roof of a beach house, but that would be tricky. I prefer to drink outside. I don’t know if I have a particular spot though.
I’m being easily led astray on tangents today so here you go:
The Roof Is On Fire--Bloodhound Gang
8. Have you ever played a drinking game? If so what was it and how did it work?
Um, duh, I go to college in the Shtaytes 😉 Besides the typical beer pong and card games like King’s cup, I enjoy a good mustache game. To play the mustache game one tapes a mustache to the TV and the group takes a drink every time the mustache lines up perfectly with someone’s face.
9. Have you ever snuck a drink in somewhere where it wasn’t allowed? How did you do it?
You’re funny hahaha. And this survey is making me sound like a notorious party girl. Not necessarily true. We once snuck an entire bottle of Jager into an almost empty bar, and were refilling our glasses under the table like the classless, poor college students we were. And of course my friends and I snuck our fair share of alcohol into the dorms as well.
10. Were you ever busted drinking while underage by a parent or anyone else?
I was caught by the cops once though—outside of my favorite bar. It was a slow night and I tried to convince the cops that I really was 21 for about 15 minutes. He’d called me in nationally and state-wide with no hits on my name…which didn’t necessarily mean I was a fraud. But I finally folded and he let me off without a ticket and without any documentation when I brought him my second fake ID the next day (which I’d tried to iron and messed up anyways…long story)
11. Why do you think that drinking and travelling go hand in hand so well?
I think that drinking is a social activity. That’s why it’s so popular among young people and travelers. It is a great way to get to know people, improve perceived language ability :P, and share experiences. Plus, it’s globally practiced on a regular basis.
vv My host brother drinking at his graduation party 🙂
Blogs I Nominate (I only nominated a few. Yup, I’m stumping the cycle, deal with it):
Yanama? from Larusayankee
Mark from Mark Goes To Europe
Brandon from I Told My Mom I’d Make This Blog
Nay? from A Year without peanut butter
Anyone from Chrisman2College
By the way, sorry if I got your name wrong 😦 I couldn’t find some of them!
Questions for the Nominated:
- If you had to pick one place in the world to make your “home base”, where would it be and why?
- What’s your funniest language barrier story?
- What’s the worst experience you’ve ever had with airport security?
- Have you ever been sick abroad? Do tell.
- What’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever eaten? (cliché but always interesting)
- Have you ever not been able to find a certain can’t-live-without product abroad? What was it, where, and what did you do?
- Pick a favorite travel photo:
- What is the coolest-looking passport stamp you’ve ever gotten (or seen)?
- Do you have a New Year’s resolution this year and are you keeping it?
- What is the most memorable gift you’ve ever received?
- How long is the longest you’ve ever stayed awake?
Eleven Things About Me:
- I belly dance.
- I’m always forgetting things/losing things/late.
- The doctors told my mom I was going to have Down’s Syndrome and that I was a boy.
- I’m OCD about brushing my teeth and I almost always do it twice before going to bed.
- My favorite color is green
- My favorite season is fall (surprised?)
- When I was little I threw the cat in the bathtub, with my brother in it.
- When I was little my brother locked me in the bathroom in a zipped (and tied) duffle bag.
- When I was little I used to generate real fake tears to get my brother in trouble.
- When I was little my brother convinced me to let him cut my arm repeatedly with his Swiss Army knife so I could be part of his “club.”
- I still sometimes look at my thumb and first finger to figure out left and right.
Posted on May 22, 2013, in Spring Semester, Travel and Study and tagged Argentina, award, brazil, Buenos Aires, College, drinking, freshman, liebster, standinginargentina, Study Abroad, Travel. Bookmark the permalink. 5 Comments.