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You know who your real friends are when they pop in randomly on a Thursday to see you for an hour. <3Kwans, Rafa, Alli<3
Last night I got to experience the real-life equivalent of Animal House. For starters, the entire apartment was packed with "golf pros and tennis hos". Apparently the ROTC is really creative with their party themes. Unfortunately our ROTC boys did not alert us of the theme, so we actually stuck out wearing normal, not neon or plaid, clothes. Secondly, there was an abundance of forceful makeout sessions occurring in several locations around the packed apartment. This one particular man-boy accosted Annie and used "I'm in the Air Force" as his pickup line. Seeing that she was clearly horrified, I feigned lesbianism in order to get him off her back. We did a lot of shots of really cheap vodka, danced, and Annie wiped my sweat mustache away for me. All in all, a very romantic, classy party.
I forgot to mention that we saw the most fierce camel toe on a man EVER. It made it even more hysterical that he was wearing what I can only imagine to be a 13-year-old boy's pants from the 70s, with a broken fly.
Drunken texting with an 18-year-old boy led us to BHOP which, unknown to me, is quite the hoppin' spot at 2am on a Saturday. I sat with my adorable freshman boys **pedophile alert** who were quite obviously stoned into oblivion. This insane woman at the table behind us continually tapped my shoulder and asked me quite personal questions. She was very drunk and went on to explain that she is a grad student at Northeastern. We told her that Niko and TJ have a porn addiction and are gay lovers. This was something that she greatly appreciated. She applauded them for being homosexuals and was eventually ripped out of her booth by embarrassed friends. She gave us her number, which I "wrote" on my hand with my finger, and left.
Dennis and Brendan slumber-partied with us after. We made a nest with our beds like the good ole days. I stepped on a shard of glass and bled for a while. Then passed out. Brendan snores very loud and kept bopping me on the head in his sleep.
I woke up today with a 5$ bill in my bra.
I am excited for this day. Jill is going to come to Boston to play and we will eat delicious, authentic Italian cuisine, then I will get very drunk with Steph and venture to the hill for a pahty.
It's good to be back.
Last night I got to experience the real-life equivalent of Animal House. For starters, the entire apartment was packed with "golf pros and tennis hos". Apparently the ROTC is really creative with their party themes. Unfortunately our ROTC boys did not alert us of the theme, so we actually stuck out wearing normal, not neon or plaid, clothes. Secondly, there was an abundance of forceful makeout sessions occurring in several locations around the packed apartment. This one particular man-boy accosted Annie and used "I'm in the Air Force" as his pickup line. Seeing that she was clearly horrified, I feigned lesbianism in order to get him off her back. We did a lot of shots of really cheap vodka, danced, and Annie wiped my sweat mustache away for me. All in all, a very romantic, classy party.
I forgot to mention that we saw the most fierce camel toe on a man EVER. It made it even more hysterical that he was wearing what I can only imagine to be a 13-year-old boy's pants from the 70s, with a broken fly.
Drunken texting with an 18-year-old boy led us to BHOP which, unknown to me, is quite the hoppin' spot at 2am on a Saturday. I sat with my adorable freshman boys **pedophile alert** who were quite obviously stoned into oblivion. This insane woman at the table behind us continually tapped my shoulder and asked me quite personal questions. She was very drunk and went on to explain that she is a grad student at Northeastern. We told her that Niko and TJ have a porn addiction and are gay lovers. This was something that she greatly appreciated. She applauded them for being homosexuals and was eventually ripped out of her booth by embarrassed friends. She gave us her number, which I "wrote" on my hand with my finger, and left.
Dennis and Brendan slumber-partied with us after. We made a nest with our beds like the good ole days. I stepped on a shard of glass and bled for a while. Then passed out. Brendan snores very loud and kept bopping me on the head in his sleep.
I woke up today with a 5$ bill in my bra.
I am excited for this day. Jill is going to come to Boston to play and we will eat delicious, authentic Italian cuisine, then I will get very drunk with Steph and venture to the hill for a pahty.
It's good to be back.