Chemistry Night: Part Three

My brother and Daniel had come out of Paul's house down the block and joined us in the park. I stood up and in some fit of sober sadism my brother pushed me and I fell and scraped by forearm on the steps. It hurt- why would you push your obviously drunk and distraught brother?

My head was whirling now. I had a headache from my tears (and I suppose from the hard liquor). Derek Anderson had finished his dinner and had joined us. Most of the people around me were still on the way up. I could not comprehend their happiness. The group filed back into Paul's house. A few more drinks. Did I have any more?

And we were off again, on one of our walks to the school. To my dorm. I was slipping in and out of incoherence. A few blocks down and someone realized that we had left the bottles out in Paul's bathroom. Derek was sent back under the pretense of using the washroom. He put the bottles in our rather obvious hiding spot and dashed back out- nothing discovered, we were cool. We made it to the dorm and out onto the roof. Some overeager fellow students had set up a small barn that supplied the dorm with some fresh eggs. I hated overeagerness. We sat beside the barn and talked for a while. Then Paul vomited.

For us vomiting had been the undeniable marker of drunkenness. A crew member had gotten drunk-drunk, no more loopholes. We did our best to cover our tracks there as well. The gang left, and I went to bed. I wandered into the room of a fellow student. He was already asleep but I woke him:

-Never drink man.