So there I was, flabbergasted by what was taking place. I was celebrating a friend's 21st birthday.
There were 10 of us: five boys and five girls. The scene was Broad Ripple. The night was entertaining, but it ended with the birthday girl getting hurled on by one of our friends.
This is a night I will soon not forget. I planned on a relaxed evening with my friends, but instead was put into a situation I wasn't expecting.
I was thrown a curveball when I received a text message early Friday afternoon that my ex would be attending the festivities. Even though I had only seen her once since this summer, I was comfortable enough to deal with this. I wasn't going to let her stop me from going. I wanted to have fun too.
So most of the night, the 10 guys and girls went their own ways. The ladies went to a club where the dudes did not want to pay the cover. Instead, we chose to drink at a tavern. We drank our beer, had a J+â-ñgerbomb and ate food. The girls on the other hand enjoyed dancing with random men on the dance floor.
By 2 a.m. we finally rendezvoused to celebrate my friend's birthday. At this point, I was an onlooker. I knew I was going to have to take care of some people and I was the only person willing to stop drinking besides our designated driver. Thank God for him.
At this point I had ignored my ex-girlfriend and anyone associating with her. I wanted nothing to do with her. I wasn't drunk, but I wasn't in the mood to deal with this either.
We finally gathered up everyone at 2:45 a.m. and headed toward the car. She approached me and asked why I didn't say hi. I told her there is nothing to say and I just wanted to get home. Easier said than done.
I was forced to sit next to her on the ride home. The girls need a ride and we had the bright idea of fitting all ten of us in one minivan: two up front, four in the middle, three in the back and one in the trunk.
Within three minutes of leaving Broad Ripple, a girl had to puke. My friend kindly pulled over and let her have at it. Shortly thereafter, we were back on the road.
By the time we got onto Interstate 465, everyone was feeling the pain and woes of drinking. At this point one of my friends vomits all over the car: on three of the girls and graciously on my shoes. A few minutes later we pull over at a gas station wondering what the hell to do. The birthday girl is literally covered in McDonald's apple pie puke, the car smells like crap and everyone is grossed out. Two more started puking in the grass and the original one continued in the bathroom. Another was frantically speaking to her ex-boyfriend.
So, I ran inside to buy paper towels, Lysol and bags. We spent about 45 minutes cleaning, etc. Even though a few others had sobered up by now, it was still a rough night. Unfortunately, a 10-minute drive home remained. Intelligently, we dropped car vomit guy off at our friend's house to stay the night. My ex-girlfriend and I helped him in and set up shop in the bathroom. The other six headed toward birthday girl's house. They eventually got there and I thought the night was over. No!
One of the girls had a panic attack and was taken to the hospital. She ended up okay though. With the girls at the hospital, I decided to take my ex-girlfriend to her house because she couldn't drive.
I grabbed her stuff and helped her inside. We finally took the time to ask how the other was doing. Inevitably, we talked about what was and not what is. I took one position and she took another. There was more conversation but little progress.
The night had come to an end. Full circle, actually. I would have never thought after ten hours of drinking and puking I would be sitting on a couch with my ex-girlfriend: a house I haven't been in since the summer. Awkward.
But, we said our good-byes and left it at that.
I rolled into bed around 7 a.m. and damn was I tired.
Jason Marer is a junior social studies major and history major and writes 'Think to Exist' for the Daily News. His views do not necessarily agree with those of the newspaper.
Write to Jason at jsmarer@bsu.edu
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