Chilled at a steakhouse with some people from a class project. Ordered a bland tasting margarita and talked about hot girls, movies, and sports. I’m glad I can fit in with a group of males.
Went to a Mexican restaurant and partook in their Sunday special: the Monster Margarita.
It was a great night. I got drunk then snuggled my FWB. I’m starting to get a weird feeling about him. Updates to follow.
Day drank because the weather was flawless.
We had a Barnyard Hoes social with PKP that I didn’t want to go to. I dressed in flannel and purposely avoided the event by burrowing under my FWB’s covers and taking a nap.
Felt weird so I got up and drove home. I am so dramatic.
Danced around with some sisters in the house. Walked my friends to the door of KS then went right back home.
Laid in bed then realized that I was being really stupid. Walked back to my FWBs and snuggled him all night.
So after a filling steak dinner, I get the following text: “SAKE BOMBS?!” So my FWB and I head over to my partner in crime’s apartment and hopped into the DD’s car.
I was nervous for my first sake bomb, but definitely excited for the rest. Champed 4. Definitely felt it.
I got to do sake bombs with the owner and the waitress there. It was great.
Snuggled up with my FWB afterwards and passed out. Twas a great night.
Enjoyed our typical Marg Monday with a green Margarona in honor of St. Patty’s Day. Enjoyed 4 normal margaritas after that.
Hopped around in a friends dorm for a bit. Wore sunglasses indoors. Played an out-of-tune guitar while I sat on a friend. Convinced a very tiny person to take many shots. Snapchatted everyone I knew.
Got home. My FWB peaced out of his fraternity sleepover to shower with me. We frolicked past a sister into my room, much to her amusement. Further shenanigans. Started to feel some pressure to do things I didn’t want to do, so naturally I transformed into the drunk crying girl. It was great. I insisted that he didn’t have to stay there and baby me. So he left to hang out with his brothers again. Poor choice, but I survived.
Felt a little upset so I napped in my car for a bit. Got over myself then went back to a normal bed.
Got a FWB call at 1:30: “Can you let me in?”
Shenaniganned 2.0 and passed out. Woke up at 4:30 and he wasn’t there again, but his phone and shoes were so I knew he didn’t go very far. He stumbled back in at 6am. Apparently he sleepwalked to the room across the hallway and passed out in one of my sister’s beds.
It was a weird night.
We had a social with KA last night!
Pregame highlights: Called everyone and told them to come play. The KA president is under the impression that my FWB is my boyfriend. Drank my rum because the jungle juice was black and I wasn’t interested in a vodka mix. I brought a green horn, but we mostly used it in a funnel-fashion.
Our pregame was huge when we got a call that security was on the way. So we moved the party to the fraternity house. Then we moved it to our final destination. The lights were killer, the DJ was amazing, and the brothers were really fun! I met a lot of them.
I danced around with my FWB. Stole some shamrock-shaped glasses. Requested some songs. Danced with a ton of the brothers. Ventured home for shots. Was one of the last to leave.
Went to KS. Felt weird. Went to DS. Felt weird. Stood outside of Pike. Felt weird. Went home. Felt right.
Ate some microwaved food while sitting on the floor.
Showered and got a FWB call: “Wanna head back out to a party?” Not particularly. TURN DOWN FOR BED.
Got a FWB call at 4:30am. “Can you let me in?”
He stripped down to nothing and proceeded to throw up in the sink. Nevermind the fact that the toilet was 3 feet away. Too convenient.
Got to bed around 5:30. Had to wake up for a class project at 8:00. Bueno.
Found out the next day that he partook in some drugs and took someones keys because he thought they were mine.
My BFFs 21st was last night at midnight.
I hotglued candles to a bottle of tequila and bedazzled a fishbowl then filled it with nips. We pregamed at her brothers house then piled into a car and drove to the city. Naturally we took jello shots while en route.
We got to a club, got some rum and cokes, snuck into the VIP section, and danced around. Got kicked out of the VIP section.
Birthday girl started throwing up in the bathroom. We broke one of the glass cups when we dropped it on the floor. Good. We started feeding her ice cubes.
Her brother carried her out of the club. She sat in my lap on the way home. She hung her head out the window the whole time. It was hilarious. She continued to throw up upon our arrival. I rubbed her back for an hour then someone else took over. I began taking shots. That’s really all I remember.
Apparently I was throwing up until about 5:30 in the morning. Then I fell asleep on the toilet. I woke up in a bed to someone spooning me. It was lovely. I thought it was my best friend till I rolled over. Definitely a male. I knew I didn’t do anything though because I still had all my clothes on.
Still felt alcohol in my system till about 4pm. Cracked open a beer at 5pm. Happy St. Pattys weekend 😉
So my parter in crime texted me on a typical Thursday saying “Whatcha doin? COME PLAY!”
My immediate response was “Writing a paper. Nothing important. Let’s play.”
The older I get, the more I realize that you’re not going to get to redo college. This is supposedly the time of your life. Why would I spend it writing a paper when I can carpe noche? I know I’m here to get an education, but the memories I make will be worth so much more than getting an A, in the grand scheme of things.
With that said, I’m glad I’m that person that can YOLO her life away and still pull off a 3.9. I’m truly blessed.
So we made some margaritas, called up a DD, and strolled into the local mexican restaurant 5 minutes before they closed. Ordered 3 more margaritas. Champed them. Got back to campus. Made another margarita and wandered to KA.
Watched them paint a huge poster, sipped my marg, and just hung out with a few of the brothers.
Hitched a ride back to my FWBs place. Snuggled all night and talked it out the next morning. I need to figure that ish out.
So it was a typical Marg Monday on a Wednesday night.
Got to the mexican restaurant a little late. Annoyed the waiters because we were definitely the last to leave. They had the lights practically turned off and everything.
Had a heart to heart with my FWBs roommate. I’m sad he’s transferring.
Got a call from my FWB at 6 in the morning. “Can you let me in?”
Their brotherhood time started around 9, so between those 9 hours, he was most likely hazed, but we shenaniganned and I didn’t ask further questions. Curiosity is definitely a thing though.
Today was the first beautiful day of spring. Grabbed some drinks, put on a tank, and ventured to the pool. Hung out with my sisters, my regular, and some sunglasses.
Went to an extra credit movie for class – drunk. With a dead phone. While my roommate was texting me some housing drama.
Got home and got into bed. Put on shades because turning off the light was more difficult. I amuse myself.
I’m questioning my life choices. I need to stop.
Between myself, a sister, and my regular, we finished off 3 pitchers of margaritas at my favorite Mexican restaurant.
Learned that the DD is a VIP at this school. Got some brain freezes.
Passed out in my regular’s bed. Slept horribly.
Woke up an shenaniganned for the first time in over a week. I did indeed miss him. I need to stop reminding myself of that if I want this awesome dynamic to keep functioning.