last night was davie's going away party. which had awesome preperation. punch bowl with suspenders, an overly thought out mix, and room covered in mattress and pillows (easily mistakable for the orgy room that it wasnt).
unfortunately something kinda went wrong and i was having trouble breathing. so my friends called s&s to get me to the hospital. it wasnt a seizure, but it was similar to what happened at disorientation. im fine, im fine, im fine. so s&s show up, and while we wait for the hospital ride guy to show up, one s&s officer walks around my room, collecting my handels of alcohol. i'm like, shit, never going to see those again. and then he puts them all in my closet!
I remember him saying something to the extent of 'don't want hpo finding those huh?'
Awesome.
I love this picture. I think its magical:
I wasn't topless, merely toga-ed
and a punch bowl with suspenders for good measure: