Homosexual or blind?
So last night was another interesting Thursday night in Ace Deuce. The first event of the night did NOT, believe it or not, entail drinking. Angela, Rosie, and Jackie (not MY Jackie) came into town so that we could meet up with the Mary Ct. and EMU boys to talk about our house for the year: 1129 White St. The general feeling of this whole meeting was like being ADD/ADHD AND on crack...or as I would imagine.
We all went over to the house to see if anyone was there to let us in so we could pick rooms. It took forever and just as we were leaving the stoop this poor, sun-deprived guy opened the door and I explained why we were there and asked if we could check things out. So 8 strangers basically invaded this sublet's house for at least 15-20 min.
It's kinda a crazy layout, but should be awesome. We have a breakfast nook AND a dining room, big enough to have some serious beer bong or flip-cup in it. There are two kitchens, one upstairs and one on the main floor. Plus there's this little extra room in the basement in which we might build a bar (we'll probably have a bar regardless of where it is). Although, we don't have a porch and the yard is small, we have a HUGE parking lot in back, and we're thinking of asking the company if we could build a deck (providing we get the permits). The best part is definitely my room, though. I'm going to have one of the two bedrooms upstairs, the largest in the house. I can't really describe the shape of it, it's like two L's but opposing each other...as lame as this is, for those you that know a little organic chem, the two "wings" are trans in relation to the main part of the room. I have two closets, two windows, AND a freakin' FIREPLACE!!! HAHA It's going to be really sweet :-D.
After checking out the place we went to Applebee's to work out the rest of the details, and we agreed to part ways only to meet up at Mary Ct. to drink. I went to Meijer to pick up stuff for people, all the while anticipating my two best friends from back home, Gali and Lindsay, coming into town. The best purchases of the night by far were these two huge Block M buckets that Rosie and I picked up to keep drinks on ice. So sweet...We drove back to Mary Ct. and picked up Bronson on the way. We met up with Pants, Heinie, my two friends, and the Mary Ct. boys. We chilled on the porch and then Jeff decided we needed to go to some janky ass house near EQ, so we all got going and Bronson and I lugged the bucket of beers. Quite an amazing sight, which got a lot of response from people. This place on Willard was where I got the biggest shock of college...
We were basically minding our own business, chatting and drinking OUR OWN drinks. Naturally, given I was drinking out of bottles, I decided to throw one in the street. No one really noticed outside of the crew I was with, and I wasn't the only one to throw bottles that night. So things progressed and I went inside at one point to go to the bathroom only to come out and run into these guys on the porch. One of them had this flashing Miller Lite bottle cap pin which I loved and he consequently gave it to me (only to attempt to get it back later that night). A little while later Pants, Bronson, Heinie, and I got into this ridiculously long-winded conversation about whether or not I'll be "allowed" to get a breast reduction. Pants was really adamant about it not happening...Bronson informed me that he and Phil said if I do it they're going to throw "the girls" a going away party HAHA. I'm going to keep them to that.
Anyway, we agreed to leave after we finished our drinks so I finished mine and surreptitiously threw this bottle into the street as well. Some douche came up to me and was like "Why did you throw a bottle into the street where cars drive? Look, I don't know who you know here, but you're going to have to leave." At first we were all shocked and I think Bronson said something along the lines of "Are you serious? You're going to throw HER out?" I started to get indignant and angry, so the guys helped me pull it in and right as we turned to leave this other chotch playing beer bong was like "Yea, go get your boob reduction..." Real good come-back JACKASS! :rolls eyes:
The night was pretty typical after that...went to 611, played beer pong, went to bed. OH, and Pants gave me a pseudo-bone nickname: "Tatas" or "Tas." Fabulous.
I think I'm still kinda dumbstruck. I mean I didn't take it personally, but it was a serious sausage fest at this party, and they kicked one of the few girls out, someone who wasn't even drinking their crap keg beer! Bronson summed it up in his away messasge: "I saw Carrie get kicked out of a party tonight...obviously, the guy was either homosexual or blind."
We all went over to the house to see if anyone was there to let us in so we could pick rooms. It took forever and just as we were leaving the stoop this poor, sun-deprived guy opened the door and I explained why we were there and asked if we could check things out. So 8 strangers basically invaded this sublet's house for at least 15-20 min.
It's kinda a crazy layout, but should be awesome. We have a breakfast nook AND a dining room, big enough to have some serious beer bong or flip-cup in it. There are two kitchens, one upstairs and one on the main floor. Plus there's this little extra room in the basement in which we might build a bar (we'll probably have a bar regardless of where it is). Although, we don't have a porch and the yard is small, we have a HUGE parking lot in back, and we're thinking of asking the company if we could build a deck (providing we get the permits). The best part is definitely my room, though. I'm going to have one of the two bedrooms upstairs, the largest in the house. I can't really describe the shape of it, it's like two L's but opposing each other...as lame as this is, for those you that know a little organic chem, the two "wings" are trans in relation to the main part of the room. I have two closets, two windows, AND a freakin' FIREPLACE!!! HAHA It's going to be really sweet :-D.
After checking out the place we went to Applebee's to work out the rest of the details, and we agreed to part ways only to meet up at Mary Ct. to drink. I went to Meijer to pick up stuff for people, all the while anticipating my two best friends from back home, Gali and Lindsay, coming into town. The best purchases of the night by far were these two huge Block M buckets that Rosie and I picked up to keep drinks on ice. So sweet...We drove back to Mary Ct. and picked up Bronson on the way. We met up with Pants, Heinie, my two friends, and the Mary Ct. boys. We chilled on the porch and then Jeff decided we needed to go to some janky ass house near EQ, so we all got going and Bronson and I lugged the bucket of beers. Quite an amazing sight, which got a lot of response from people. This place on Willard was where I got the biggest shock of college...
We were basically minding our own business, chatting and drinking OUR OWN drinks. Naturally, given I was drinking out of bottles, I decided to throw one in the street. No one really noticed outside of the crew I was with, and I wasn't the only one to throw bottles that night. So things progressed and I went inside at one point to go to the bathroom only to come out and run into these guys on the porch. One of them had this flashing Miller Lite bottle cap pin which I loved and he consequently gave it to me (only to attempt to get it back later that night). A little while later Pants, Bronson, Heinie, and I got into this ridiculously long-winded conversation about whether or not I'll be "allowed" to get a breast reduction. Pants was really adamant about it not happening...Bronson informed me that he and Phil said if I do it they're going to throw "the girls" a going away party HAHA. I'm going to keep them to that.
Anyway, we agreed to leave after we finished our drinks so I finished mine and surreptitiously threw this bottle into the street as well. Some douche came up to me and was like "Why did you throw a bottle into the street where cars drive? Look, I don't know who you know here, but you're going to have to leave." At first we were all shocked and I think Bronson said something along the lines of "Are you serious? You're going to throw HER out?" I started to get indignant and angry, so the guys helped me pull it in and right as we turned to leave this other chotch playing beer bong was like "Yea, go get your boob reduction..." Real good come-back JACKASS! :rolls eyes:
The night was pretty typical after that...went to 611, played beer pong, went to bed. OH, and Pants gave me a pseudo-bone nickname: "Tatas" or "Tas." Fabulous.
I think I'm still kinda dumbstruck. I mean I didn't take it personally, but it was a serious sausage fest at this party, and they kicked one of the few girls out, someone who wasn't even drinking their crap keg beer! Bronson summed it up in his away messasge: "I saw Carrie get kicked out of a party tonight...obviously, the guy was either homosexual or blind."