Beer for Brains

I recently spent five amazing days visiting my friend at Goucher college.

Holy shit.

Only one statistic is needed.
70% of undergraduates are female.

Amazing.

Anyways, Goucher was awesome. We partied almost every night and a bunch of crazy shit happened. My friend had Coconut Rum in his dorm and let me tell you, it goes down smooth.

For now I’m only going to talk about one of the nights. Definitely more to come later.

I apologize for the fact that I can only remember half of it…if that.

So, saturday night.
Our first stop was a dorm room filled with seven girls who were all drinking forties. They tasted like shit. The forties.

From there all of us (my friend, girls, and me) moved to another dorm room. There I managed to save a girl from an overly aggressive male. He was sucking on her fingers…I thought it was strange…I kicked him out. There we did some shots of vodka. Now I’m not sure but the shot glasses seemed rather large…double shots perhaps. I have no idea. I had three.

We then walked (fairly tipsy at this point) to some apartments that were about ten minutes away. Two dollars to get in. Not too bad. Here…well…things start to get fuzzy. I’m pretty sure (and I’ve been told) that I talked to almost everyone there. I walked around with my red cup of rum talking to girls and high fiving with some dudes. I may have even danced but I’m not sure. Its very possible.

I’m pretty sure I didn’t do anything too crazy there. Pretty sure…

From this point on I remember nothing, and it wasn’t until the next morning (2pm) that I found out that we had gone to two or three parties afterwards. I had people coming up to me on sunday that I thought I had never met. Apparently I had full on conversations with them and they even knew what classes I was taking in school and what I liked and disliked about Maine. One said I was even talking about monkeys and I was reported using the word “macking” multiple times. Craziness.

When I woke up on sunday I was very confused. I was on the floor of my friends dorm room with a blanket over me and my shoes off. No idea how I got there.

Good times.

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