One night when we still lived in the dorms, Lindsay and I were going to party at a friend-of-a-friend’s house. Being poor college gals, we opted to split a bottle of Captain Morgan. All of the girls were there, plus Tina. In our utter broke-ness, Lindsay and I opted to skip buying a mixer that night – we had been assured there would be plenty of mixers at the party that we could just tap into for freesies, so we headed out to the party with our bottle o’rum in hand.
Alas! Alack! There were no mixers to be found. Bummed, but not super-excited about the prospect of downing straight rum, we putted around the apartment for a while, trying to find a mixer in the cabinets. Finally, we struck gold, and stumbled across a 2-liter of lemonade tucked away in a corner of the counter. We asked the other random people in the room if we could use a bit, they shrugged and said it wasn’t theirs. We decided the lemonade was fair game.
So, classy girls that we are, we then chose to double fist our bottles – swig out of the Captain, swig out of the lemonade. And for about an hour, everything was fine.
Then, shit hit the fan. We were suddenly both, completely and utterly shit-faced. As in way more shitfaced than we should be after drinking about 5 shots worth of rum apiece (we both had a pretty absurdly high tolerance at this point).
The pictures from that night don’t really help to explain what happened. Lindsay, Tina and I spent most of the evening making “Pineapple Tree” poses. We remember what they are called, but we don’t remember how or why we were doing it.
The next morning, the girls gathered together in our dorm room to piece together the night’s events – a habit we developed over the years. Our friends laughed at our epic drunkenness – Lindsay and I are usually the more sober ones at the party, though that’s really not saying much. One of our friends, Ashley, finally filled in the missing piece of information.
The 2-liter of lemonade had belonged to her. She had mixed it with Bacardi Rum before bringing it to the party. Apparently, unknowingly chasing rum with more rum is the perfect recipe for a blackout. A blackout with a side of Pineapple Tree.
