So instead of sticking around my normal stomping grounds, a friend and I roadtripped to VT for a night. We gossiped about fraternity boys and bitches and hoes. I DJed the experience.
We got cookout and Bacardi then headed to their house.
Let me paint this picture for you: It was a house full of ROTC guys. So they’re all attractive and fun. I narrowed my sights on one in particular and made my moves. By midnight, we were shenaniganing. He was an impressive individual. I chose wisely.
It was a monumental night for me because I shotgunned my first beer. And apparently I did it like a champ. Go me.
I danced on a cooler and somehow ended up with a massive bruise on my leg. I got hazed. I learned fun new terms, like Frago. I had pillowtalk till about 5 in the morning. Who needs sleep?
The next day, we piled 8 people into one mini SUV and drove to IHOP. My guy from last night acted as my seatbelt. We had a stellar breakfast experience then roadtripped back to the mothership.
It was a fun change of pace.