Una notte con la mia cugina a l'Università Yale

On Friday, I drove down to New Haven to hang out with my cousin Cricky for the night at Yale. I hadn't seen her since I visited last December when she held her "Alco-Ho Ho Ho Party". (It was right before Christmas. I thought the name of the party was clever and aptly named.)
Cricky, her boyfriend and myself all went out to eat at a Thai restaurant close to campus shortly after I arrived. Prior to this I had never eaten Thai food, but I'll try anything at least once. Other than the shrimp, I'm not really sure what else was in the Pad Thai that I ordered but it was excellent. Cricky and Will steered me in the right direction, because I was having a difficult time choosing between things with names like "Khanom chin namya" and "Pad kee mao".
After dinner we went back to campus and hung out at Cricky's place with a few of her roommates. We had a few hours to kill before our next adventure of the night, so we watched Wahlberg/Damon/DiCaprio/Baldwin's awesome portrayal of "Southie" (South Boston) in The Departed.
After the movie ended, seven of us met at a restaurant called Samurai for our 10:30pm reservation that Cricky had set up. We went there for one reason: Sake Bombs. Basically, it's an excuse to drink a lot of beer and a lot of Sake very quickly. For all of you that don't know what Sake is (pronounced 'sock-ee'), it is strong Japanese wine made from rice.
We walked into the restaurant and they immediately shuffled us upstairs when Cricky said "We have a 10:30 reservation. We'll be doing Sake Bombs". When we got upstairs, there were 5 or 6 tables full of other college kids that were there for the same reason as us. Now I know why we were separated from the families sitting downstairs: it is loud, messy and unbelievably fun. Drinking a sake bomb involves balancing a shot of Sake on 2 chopsticks, banging the table with your fists so that it falls from the chopsticks into a beer mug, and chugging. I would thank the Japanese for inventing this wonderful treat...but I have a hard time believing that it is common in Japan. I think it's more likely that it is an American twist on a traditional Japanese drink, but I could be wrong.
After about 1 1/2 hours we left and went a bar called Hot Tomatoes which is down the road from the japanese restaurant. Oddly enough, after a few drinks Will and I managed to wander into an apartment complex that was in the same building as the bar. Furthermore, I then went into a stranger's apartment. One of the girls told me that I should have come earlier because I missed the dance party. This made me angry, so I stole a handle of Everclear from someone that I didn't know. Everclear is 195 proof grain alcohol, I did not need this and neither than anybody else in our group. After taking it, I felt that it would probably be a good time to leave. Incidentally, this happened around the time that the bar was getting ready to close up for the night, so it all seemed to work out nicely. After leaving, we all walked back to campus to Cricky's place and called it a night.
On Saturday morning, Cricky, Will and myself all went to brunch but Will had to split early because he was in a play. Even though it was only about 1pm, Cricky and I both felt that a nap was warranted. Later that day she had acapella rehearsal and I was still nursing my BAC down to zero before my drive back home to Brookfield.
What a fun night, I can't wait to visit my cousin again.

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