Before I get to the most embarrassing moment of my life, I have a few updates.
I'm currently not using my own laptop. My suite mate accidentally knocked mine off my desk. I have to take it to Office Depot when I go home this weekend (yes, I'm going home again. My friend from work is getting married!) and see if they can fix it. I hope to God they can. Seriously, pray for me. All my stuff is on my laptop. All of it.
Also, last night at CCM, a nun from France was in town. She's the nun in our ministry's boss. And she had a man with her. He was twenty-six and beautiful. And he had the cutest accent. I was swooning. After Mass, all of us there were asking him questions about how things are in France compared to America, how to say things in French, etc. We were talking about why making out is called French kissing (which he didn't know, because they don't call it that in France. "Is just keesing!" he said. So cute) and it was a really funny conversation. He said he thought it might be called that because of the double-cheek kiss thing they do. So before I left, I asked him if we could do the kiss thing that French people do to say bye, to which he replied, "Sure, ve cahn French kees!" We all DIED laughing. Then I "French kissed" him (sadly, I do mean the double-cheek kiss one) and it made me wonder why we don't do that in America because its just so freaking cute.
Moving on. My RA came in to the room when Alyssa (my suite mate...I'm not sure if I've talked about her before) and I were in here just before four. She asked if we wanted to go to an event called Pig Out, and we went with her and a few other people on the hall. Basically there was free food and they were giving away some free stuff (including t-shirts!). It was really an excuse for organizations on campus to provide fun little games to play while informing us of services offered to students. Anyway, there was one of those huge blow up obstacle courses that you always see on TV but never in real life. I've ALWAYS wanted to go through one of those obstacles. Then one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen (he's a cop on campus. I see him all the time and every time I do, my heart melts just a little...) came over with drunk goggles for people to race with. We all thought it would be funny. So I raced this girl with drunk goggles on and it was a lot of fun.
Another girl came up a few minutes later and said she wanted to go but didn't have a racing partner, so I said I'd race her. I put on the other pair of goggles, which apparently were the "more drunk" goggles, and I could tell immediately that they were. I felt completely disoriented before I even walked anywhere yet. The hot cop told us that he wanted us to sprint to the blow up thing and dive into the tunnel. So he spun me around a few times (OMGOMGOMG his hands were all over me...well my shoulders) and I took off running. I almost didn't make it into the tunnel. I fumbled through the course, barely made it out alive and on top of that lost the race. There was a crowd of people watching as I ran back towards them. I was swaying back and forth, then all of a sudden I felt something hard against my big toe, and the next thing I know I'm laying on my back staring at the sky above me with a chorus of "Oohhhhhh"'s resounding from the crowd. I started laughing, because really it was funny and I'm not too easily embarrassed, and threw my hands up in victory from the ground. Before I could even catch my breath and get the goggles all the way off my face, the hot cop was standing over my offering me his hands. He helped me up and I walked back towards everyone, avoiding his eyes but laughing so I didn't look awkward. I shook it off and no one said anything to me. But I kind of wish they would have so I could at least make a joke about it. Even after I had taken the goggles off and gotten back to where my RA was standing, I still felt so dizzy. She took me over to the side a little and we sat down together (she is so awesome) while she giggled and told me she wished she had a camera with her. On the plus side, maybe now the hot cop will recognize me around campus...
Needless to say, I will probably never ever get that drunk. Ever. And if I do, I probably won't race anyone through an inflatable obstacle course.
