The day after CoBo

Well it was that time of the year again, the constitution drink. The celebration for the new board, which means, lots of beer and shots, a lot of shots and a lot of nasty shots. To say I survived…. Well I am alive am I not? Otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this. Lets start at the beginning.

Tuesday the 22 of march was a day that started with the well known board meeting, which was pretty boring. We as the board ordered lots of food, Gijs kept telling me to either eat more or drink more, I kept telling him : “I am tiny I can’t eat any more I am full”. An answer he didn’t settle for Sadly. After the meeting, we left school to buy some groceries to get a good layer of food in. With the idea that we wouldn’t immediately die when we had three shots. Well, the clock ticked 18.30 which meant we had to go to the Bartenders. Arriving there was chilling, we realized we forgot to bring buckets, so we quickly send two of our caretakers to the Gamma to buy us five buckets. While they were gone, we had to start our CoBo which started of with our well known blikje blaffen together with the previous board. So it begun, an evening where I remember almost everything until 23.00. At that point, Stephanie (treasurer) came to me, saying: “Anouk, Anouk, Anouk, it is 23pm we don’t have to take any more shots, we are done!”. I simply nodded, looked at the rest of my board and well after that I don’t remember anything. Apparently I vomited once, right before I had to leave, can’t remember that. I couldn’t even tell my caretaker which jacket was mine. So, the next morning arrives and well I woke up fine. My caretaker made me some egg and toast (thanks Elsie) and I went on my merry way to school. I woke up a little late so I was there around 8.15am, whoopsy.

All said and done, I was fine until at some point we ordered McDonald’s. It was at that time I realized: I am dead. The headache started, I became light in my head, I became nauseous and I had stomach pain. Well, let’s say that was my first hangover ever and I was ruined for the day. The whole day I felt bad, I slept through at least 2 movies of the 7 that we watched. The prospect of food didn’t even appeal to me, all I could think was: ‘Shoot me and I will be fine with it.’ My day started at 8 and by the time I went home it was at least 19. The ride home was an hour, in which I also wanted to die, since the person next to me was making fun of me the entire time. So, coming home meant, eat the food given, prepare a bath and go lay in said bath for the foreseeable future. At that point I started to feel better.

Is a CoBo something I recommend? Definitely, I had lots of fun that evening. Do I recommend the day after? Definitely not. Don’t be a fool like me and take all 30 shots, just take 10 and fake the rest, you will thank me later.