Week of Mayhem: Chapter One Mike's Birthday

Mayhem[mey-hem, mey-uhm]: -NOUN; A STATE OF ROWDY DISORDER.SYNONYMOUS WITH CHAOS, SOCIAL COMMOTION, MENTAL CONFUSION, RANDOM OR DELIBERATE VIOLENCE AND DAMAGE, RUCKUS AND TROUBLE. WARNING: Kayla, don't read this if you want to stay in Spain. Everyone has gone off the deep end.  Last week, as forewarned, our friend Conor arrived just in time for Mike and Jordan's birthdays. We kicked off the day happily, iced coffees in hand, ready to gather the boys up from the airport. Conor arrived at Logan, and Mike at T.F. Green, leaving us a few hours to spare before Mike's 21st Birthday Celebration that took place at the Biltmore as well as out and around Providence. The afternoon was spent at Simon Says relaxing and envisioning the night ahead of us which was bound to be a disaster. Allison provided the fake IDs. Mike booked the hotel. I showered (special occasion). Katie brought a change of underwear for when she peed herself. Billy gave us a parking pass. Hopefully Jordan remembered protection. Everyone got shitty. I arrived fashionably late with Conor and Britt after pregaming, with my family at The Knights of Columbus in the wack. As my mom delicately put it "everyone was in rare form." When we finally reached the room shit was in full swing. 

 Picture this: two rooms, one bed, anywhere from 20 to 35 people entering and exiting. Beer pong on the coffee table, Rhode Island's biggest chair that I truly feel is worth noting, screaming, music, booze.   Disaster Tally PRIOR to leaving for the bars: one count of wedding crashingone altercation in the lobbyumpteen counts of public drunkenness  one count of indecency, Britt cover yourself up.

Several taxis and a quick phone call to my valentine later we were on our way.  We went to Spats for the duration, I am just about positive everyone who tried got in, though none gloated so much as our little Katie.

There, we drank. Mike, Katie and Allison successfully made it into several other bars partaking in activities that included shots on fire amongst other not-so-wise and expensive decisions. Disaster Tally POST bar hop:fourteen counts of fornicating in publicone count of projectile vomit in area designed for eating comfortablyfive counts of underaged drinking  one count of public urination subject to result in communicable diseases if accurately remembering ally way in which said event occurred. more counts of public inebriety  one count of hitch hiking

The rest is foggy. I left when Mike's head was in a trash can and his lower half was stabilized on the aforementioned bed. Most of us recovered in due time, Conor was not so fortunate, though honestly the next day was rough for all. Bless you Coffee Connection, we'd be lost Sunday mornings without you.

That face is how Sunday felt.Stay tuned for the Monday-Sunday recap. It only gets uglier.