Doctor's auction

Once a year there's an event at our school called the doctor's auction where a bunch of random shit are auctioned off; anything from the professor's time to student baked food. All I have to say is that it was a very fun night (not because of the auction). Some of my friends auctioned themselves off selling their own time or teaching piano lessons etc. There were a lot of massages being auctioned (no happy endings were included as they mentioned) as well as miscellaneous things such as scuba diving lessons, internet cards, dinner and drinks to restaurants, dates with girls and guys. Apparently last year, one of the professor's rastafarian hats sold for $400 while he himself sold for $1,200.

There were at least a hundred students there which was pretty good for a tiny fucking bar on the side of the road. It was a good night to network with the older semester students and I continued to meet some more people in my class. If you've ever wondered whether a doctor smokes or not or why they smoke for that matter, you haven't been to medical school. Roughly a quarter of the students here smoke, while some picked it up after the first block exams.

Other than the auctioning portion of the night, I got to enjoy a lot of beers, shots, and mixed drinks. I haven't had this much to drink even in college - let's just say I was drunk enough to actually start dancing with everyone else, which doesn't happen very often. Walking back at 2am was a fucking blast. There was no point taking a cab back to the dorm because it was literally a five minute walk down the hill, but these roads are such shit that I was tripping all over the place. It was a perfect night for a walk though with a cool breeze flowing through and the stars peeking their faces out from behind the clouds (I managed to see the moon for the first fucking time since I've been here). I ran into a friend who was still awake and after talking to her for a bit, I said I should stop talking because I probably sound like an idiot not having been this drunk in a long while, then someone mentioned that I'm functionally drunk, so I continued to blabber on about the whatever something I think I was talking about. I felt a little sick going to bed, but the greatest part of drinking too much is that you just pass out, no need of 'trying' to fall asleep. I haven't been hung over since high school, and waking up I had no idea if I was actually going to have a hangover. You always wake up fine, but the minute you sit up it hits you like the Super Star Destroyer hit the Death Star... very explosively. So I tell Neil to watch because I was probably going to fall over as soon as I stand up from the bed, but luckily I didn't fall, I just tripped over flat ground into a door.