Guess where all of the cool kids are going Friday night. (My entire dorm is in a flurry of excitement.)
The mardi gras party at skins (frat). Here is the idea. Upon entering, all of the boys recieve a strand of beads. During the course of the night, the boys then hand off their beads to whatever pair of breasts they are most impressed by. The owner of the winningest, most-beaded breasts gets free liquor.
Seriously. What happened to going out for coffee? Movie marathons with cookie dough? Going to a playground at 1:00 am? Trips to the lake, spontaneous expensive meals out for no reason, hours around a fire? Midnight sledding, sports bars for the Monday night game? Conversation! What happened to conversation? Two or more sane and sober people enjoying each other's company? Arguments and jokes and stories? God, what I would give to interact with a HUMAN BEING.
I may be sitting alone on Friday nights. But it's better than pandering - no, I'll say it, whoring - to numerous, nameless guys whose last shred of common sense has been consumed by alcohol and hormones. Who even thinks this is fun, getting drunk on cheap liquor and then having your body blatantly graded by strangers? When you wake up, you'll have a dim memory of half the night, a headache, maybe some plastic beads and perhaps an STD. Stupid!
Look, I know I'm insane. I know it's earth-shattering to go to Penn State and refuse to party. I'm aware of the fact that it makes me a freak. And I don't care. Here's to the sober people, here's to the 16%! Someday we'll find each other, and how glorious the conversation will be.
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I really hate to say it...but I would be drunk in 3.675 minutes off of free cheap liquor. I'm sorry Rach. Find a way to Allegheny for the weekend!!! It's parent's weekend so my hall is playing it safe. Tons of fun!
A response rant:
Start your own group. Creatively find a way to gather like minded people in a central place. Use facebook, myspace, or posted flyers.
Make a SAFE club (corny name, I know...I'm old..I can't help it...)
May end up inviting some wackos, but could be a start. These people do exist, and you are not insane. You are not collecting regrets that will burn holes in your soul the rest of your life. No one talks about that (except your parents, maybe).
The beer really isn't "free". You have described what it really costs.
Yeah Stace, it's one thing to get drunk with people that you trust in a safe place. And when it's less than 6 nights a week. The thing is that this is ALL anyone does. You have a life, love. This is a whole different ballgame from Allegheny.
And Mr Roorda. I was thinking of a facebook group. See where that gets me...
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