Mmm I remember one night. One of those: We have a survivalrun tomorow, we shouldn't make it too late this time!
I got home at 4:30 in the morning. We were supposed to start driving at 7:30. The night itself was not that eventfull. I remember some bar-dancing and me insulting tourists who could not understand me. The aftermath is were it was at.
I miraculously managed to get up in time and get to my friends' house from were we would be driving. Me, and 4 other friends would do the run (a survivalrun is either a 8 - 11 mile run with various 45-70 rope and tree constructed obstacles in the way) only problem was that only me and the other guy who did not drunk were up on time. We had to keep ringing the doorbell to wake him up 10 minutes past leaving time. At that moment our driver had arrived, still red-eyed and ready to vomit. Still drunk probably.
The last guy, brother of the person who's house we would meet at wasn't even home and wouldn't answer his phone. No one remembered what happened to him. Suddenly we got a call 15 minutes later - Guys pick me up, quick! And take my gear!
Apparantly he went home with a girl and when he woke up... her ex was in their room. He had to fight him off in his boxer, still drunk! He managed to win though, get out with his close and clothed himself on the street. We saw him running towards the car when we drove there. He changed to his gear in the car and when we asked if it was worth it he drunkenly replied:
"I couldn't even get it up. I just used my tongue and fell asleep half-way".
At least the drive there was incredibly funny even though we had to slap the driver before he fell asleep, praying that we wouldn't be checked.
We started the run still drunk, demotived, and puking the whole fucking course. We were especially pissed off that we had to start the first kilometre with a log on our shoulders, wading through rivers. Thank god there are banks to puke in...
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