Green is still my Favorite Color
During the first semester at Washington College I had found amazing friends. The kind of friends most people only hear about but never get; the kind of friends that you have for life. The twelve of us started going out together to random parties held by KA or Kappa Sigma but quickly we realized who we wanted to hang out with and started throwing our own parties. We were very selective of who could come and what music was played. As we got into the new semester I got invited to another private party by one of the guys in my Arabic class. We had hung out a few times outside of class but never partied together. He was extremely good-looking, and of course I was curious, I couldn’t say no.
I got to his place and it turns out that he is not the only Abercrombie model at Washington College. His five other roommates are drop dead sexy! The first thing that ran through my mind was where have they been hiding? This is a college of 1300 students and I thought I knew almost all of them, at least it felt like it. Needless to say we all started hanging out more often. I introduced my friends into the group of guys and soon we all started paring off. It was the perfect set up; they liked almost all the same things we did including music and private parties.
I had gotten into the college play as the lead so I had to start coming to the parties late, after rehearsals. During this process Saint Patrick’s Day rolled around and it fell on a Monday but that didn’t stop us from celebrating. All through rehearsal I thought about my friends waiting to celebrate with the green beer and absinthe liquor. Unfortunately my friends didn’t wait, but got into the festivities and left me to catch up. I, never being one to back down from a challenge, grabbed the bottle of absinthe and chugged. It was the nastiest thing I had ever tasted. The licorice taste burned as it slowly coated my tongue and throat. My eyes started to water and the combination of the liquor and black lights made the posters glow eerily bright. The bottom of the bottle was near and my gag reflex was dangerously close to kicking in. Finally Travis yanked the bottle from my lips.
Although shockingly good-looking Travis had never had a girlfriend. He was always too busy with his athletics and on top of that he was shy. He is the kind of guy that you catch looking at you from across the room. He is the kind of guy that blushes when you talk to him. He is the kind of guy you can place some trust in and at that moment he was my knight in shining armor (actually it turns out he was just wearing a white shirt and standing under a black light). Either way the next thing I knew his lips were crushing mine, his naughty librarian glasses were askew, and I was pinned to the refrigerator. On this particular night Conner had decided to record our celebration in hopes of making a great you tube video. I bet he never suspected this kind of material. At first no one noticed but as soon as the first person sober enough to realize what was happening that was it. Hoots and hollers and “Yeaahhhhsss” started coming from our friends. The camera turned on us and our friends cheered us on.
Not knowing what was going on Pat came out of his room to see what had caused the commotion, plus he needed a beer. Pat wasn’t partying with us because he had a sailing regatta the next morning so he was especially ignorant of what was going on in his apartment. He meanders through the living room and approaches the fridge, where I am still fixed and the camera still rolling. Pat still hasn’t noticed as he reaches for the handle. His head shoots up as he continues to grasp the handle. A confused look spreads across his face followed by the flush of embarrassment as he stutters “umm, uh, guys, could you…beer?” Pat is a man of few words. This is followed by hysterical laughter from our captive audience. The camera cuts and I’m told Travis and I were moved.
The video never made it to you tube but made its way around the school. Within the week everyone knew and I was continuously harassed by comments like “Hey Amanda, don’t block the fridge” and Pat still blushes every time he sees me. To this day I am still shocked by how fascinated our friends were to see two college kids make-out. Although like I said there’s not a lot of entertainment at a college surrounded by corn fields.
I got to his place and it turns out that he is not the only Abercrombie model at Washington College. His five other roommates are drop dead sexy! The first thing that ran through my mind was where have they been hiding? This is a college of 1300 students and I thought I knew almost all of them, at least it felt like it. Needless to say we all started hanging out more often. I introduced my friends into the group of guys and soon we all started paring off. It was the perfect set up; they liked almost all the same things we did including music and private parties.
I had gotten into the college play as the lead so I had to start coming to the parties late, after rehearsals. During this process Saint Patrick’s Day rolled around and it fell on a Monday but that didn’t stop us from celebrating. All through rehearsal I thought about my friends waiting to celebrate with the green beer and absinthe liquor. Unfortunately my friends didn’t wait, but got into the festivities and left me to catch up. I, never being one to back down from a challenge, grabbed the bottle of absinthe and chugged. It was the nastiest thing I had ever tasted. The licorice taste burned as it slowly coated my tongue and throat. My eyes started to water and the combination of the liquor and black lights made the posters glow eerily bright. The bottom of the bottle was near and my gag reflex was dangerously close to kicking in. Finally Travis yanked the bottle from my lips.
Although shockingly good-looking Travis had never had a girlfriend. He was always too busy with his athletics and on top of that he was shy. He is the kind of guy that you catch looking at you from across the room. He is the kind of guy that blushes when you talk to him. He is the kind of guy you can place some trust in and at that moment he was my knight in shining armor (actually it turns out he was just wearing a white shirt and standing under a black light). Either way the next thing I knew his lips were crushing mine, his naughty librarian glasses were askew, and I was pinned to the refrigerator. On this particular night Conner had decided to record our celebration in hopes of making a great you tube video. I bet he never suspected this kind of material. At first no one noticed but as soon as the first person sober enough to realize what was happening that was it. Hoots and hollers and “Yeaahhhhsss” started coming from our friends. The camera turned on us and our friends cheered us on.
Not knowing what was going on Pat came out of his room to see what had caused the commotion, plus he needed a beer. Pat wasn’t partying with us because he had a sailing regatta the next morning so he was especially ignorant of what was going on in his apartment. He meanders through the living room and approaches the fridge, where I am still fixed and the camera still rolling. Pat still hasn’t noticed as he reaches for the handle. His head shoots up as he continues to grasp the handle. A confused look spreads across his face followed by the flush of embarrassment as he stutters “umm, uh, guys, could you…beer?” Pat is a man of few words. This is followed by hysterical laughter from our captive audience. The camera cuts and I’m told Travis and I were moved.
The video never made it to you tube but made its way around the school. Within the week everyone knew and I was continuously harassed by comments like “Hey Amanda, don’t block the fridge” and Pat still blushes every time he sees me. To this day I am still shocked by how fascinated our friends were to see two college kids make-out. Although like I said there’s not a lot of entertainment at a college surrounded by corn fields.