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Dave got arrested at Mifflin today. And according to facebook pictures, perhaps a few more of my pals. HurRAY!
There's not too much to say about Mifflin, other than that we were drunk before noon after power houring to 80s music, and the entire street was crammed with kids who were completely plastered. Lots of music, a million beer cans littering the streets, bands performing on porches, including one band whose performance was one of the best i have ever heard. i ran into a lot of people I knew, including Arizona girls, as I had hoped I would. We stole beer and rocked out, and drew war paint lines under our eyes with mud because it was fucking rainy and disgusting out. But good ol' Madison was still partying full force!
Last night was a different story. Another total black out night. I went out with a couple Arizona girls and their friend Kidd (a potential) and according to the collection of stories I heard, we went to my sort of friend's party and smoked his weed, I fell backwards off a couch, told someone on the street I'd flash him for a lighter, drunk dialed Jess Bauer's dad, kissed some frat boy on the street who had turned 21, threw up while we were walking to the next party, where I danced on their counter, then threw up off their balcony, showed my friends how to skank, ate a billion breadsticks, took a virgin poll of the people I was with, ran into oncoming traffic several times, ran around holding hands with Kidd, and passed out cuddling with Margaret. Too bad I don't remember any of this, except for the breadsticks.
So as you can imagine, walking home this morning and immediately starting a power hour was not an easy task.
Actually today was much more dramatic than I am letting on, but it's a little too much for facebook, I'll stick with the fun stuff for tonight.
There's not too much to say about Mifflin, other than that we were drunk before noon after power houring to 80s music, and the entire street was crammed with kids who were completely plastered. Lots of music, a million beer cans littering the streets, bands performing on porches, including one band whose performance was one of the best i have ever heard. i ran into a lot of people I knew, including Arizona girls, as I had hoped I would. We stole beer and rocked out, and drew war paint lines under our eyes with mud because it was fucking rainy and disgusting out. But good ol' Madison was still partying full force!
Last night was a different story. Another total black out night. I went out with a couple Arizona girls and their friend Kidd (a potential) and according to the collection of stories I heard, we went to my sort of friend's party and smoked his weed, I fell backwards off a couch, told someone on the street I'd flash him for a lighter, drunk dialed Jess Bauer's dad, kissed some frat boy on the street who had turned 21, threw up while we were walking to the next party, where I danced on their counter, then threw up off their balcony, showed my friends how to skank, ate a billion breadsticks, took a virgin poll of the people I was with, ran into oncoming traffic several times, ran around holding hands with Kidd, and passed out cuddling with Margaret. Too bad I don't remember any of this, except for the breadsticks.
So as you can imagine, walking home this morning and immediately starting a power hour was not an easy task.
Actually today was much more dramatic than I am letting on, but it's a little too much for facebook, I'll stick with the fun stuff for tonight.