While on Liberty Square Rounds, Set II, Resident Advisor (hereinafter, RA)
Humbertson and RA Shah approached 2nd Floor, D Wing, RA Humbertson and RA
Shah could hear the sound of ping-pong balls bouncing accompanied by
laughing. RA Humbertson identified the location of the sounds coming from
LS, D205. RA Humbertson and RA Shah stopped and RA Humbertson Knocked. (more…)
Throughout my scholastic career, I have always hung out with the “good kids”. These were the kids that were smart and well behaved, and if anything didn’t act out enough. Your pre-18 years are supposed to be the years where you test the waters, to see what you can and cannot do, find what your limits are. There’s a reason that your records are sealed for crimes that were committed before your 18th birthday.
My friends and I didn’t drink in high school. I guess all of those ad campaigns actually worked. The situation was not without irony as my mom would often tell me tales of when she was 16 she would drive into DC where the drinking age was 18, but she knew a place that didn’t bother to check IDs anyway (which is probably the same place that I go to buy alcohol in DC now).
A recent event reminded me of something that happened while I was in Vegas. If you read the last line I very faintly imply that I went home with a girl. You probably didn’t pick up on that, and that’s because I didn’t want you to, but the part that I omitted was the best part of the story. But first let me tell you what prompted me to recall this story.
The other night, on our weekly have-girls-come-over-and-cook-for-us night, which is a Monday, we actually cooked for the girls. The weather was awesome and since the girls cook so much for us, and they cook so well, we decided to repay the favor. Of course, being guys the only thing we can cook is meat, and the only way we can cook it is on the grill. So I went out and bought some steaks. They were about $10 each, and I bought eight of them. I was in a bit of shock at my lack of math abilities when I got to the register and realized that eight times ten is $80.
One of the most interesting physiological phenomenons that I have come across while drinking is the seal that is created in your bladder during imbibing escapades. If you have ever gone on a drinking “binge” as defined by people that don’t actually drink (i.e., 5 drinks in a day if you are a man or 4 drinks if you are a woman) than you know about this seal, and the horrors of breaking it.
Now, I don’t know how this seal is created, but I do have some theories. And when I say some theories, what I really mean is that I’ve never actually thought of the matter until now, and I am going to write the first thing that comes to mind. And the first thing that happened to come to mind this fateful morning goes a little something like this.
This is very off topic, but I thought you might get a kick out of it.
I made this website many years ago. I’m not even sure when I started it (at least 1997), but the last time I updated it was over 5 years ago. I remember at one point I had a huge pokémon section on there (cut me some slack, this was when I was in 7th grade). But my crowning achievement is by fat the PAF section of the site. PAF, of course, stands for People Against Furbys, and it’s just me and my friend thinking of different ways that we could eradicate a furby.
The pictures were actually taken when I was in about 1997, when I was in 6th grade a decade ago. Wow, time flies. I think the scariest thing is that even though I haven’t touched the site in 5 years, it’s still up. It kind of makes me wonder what else has gotten left behind on the Internet.
Myrtle would be the culmination of almost an entire week of drinking and the weekend did not disappoint. Chris had spent the night on an inflatable mattress, I was on an inflatable mattress as well, but mine held out a little better than his. By that morning, while my bed was completely inflated, Chris’ was completely deflated. I found that to be very amusing.
I wanted to leave my mom’s house by 8am, and somehow we actually managed to leave right at 8. We didn’t know how to get down there so we printed off google directions, but my mom was out of printer paper, so we had to use a piece of paper from a legal pad.
Traffic was light for most of the trip, and save for two events, the five hour drive was pretty mundane. The first exciting event was when we were driving on 95 in North Carolina. The speed limit was 70, so I was doing 90. I had my radar detector, but I wasn’t going too much faster than the other cars on the road. I looked up and about a quarter mile ahead of me on the road is an RV. The RV isn’t just going in a straight line, though, it’s swerving out of control. It was about 5 seconds away from completely flipping over before the driver regained control and was able to pull off to the side of the road.
I can’t recall a time that I have gone out drinking every night of the week for an entire week. I’ve come close several times, but let’s face it, when you drink as much as I do, sometimes close is good enough.
Monday started the festivities. It was our weekly dinner. I usually drink a lot because I have friends over and I’m not cooking. This dinner was a very interesting dinner. The food itself was inconsequential, but the company was what made the evening unique.
After we finished dinner, we continued to drink, and as is often the case, the Wii made an appearance. We played some Wii Tennis for quite some time and then we tried to find other ways to pass the time. Somehow it came up in conversation that the Wii could go online to visit websites. Then Jeff said that you could look at porn on the Wii, which is somewhat ironic with the kiddy image that Nintendo holds. The New Friend we had over was very intrigued at this development so I started to navigate to a site I know that is like youtube, except with porn.
Today I have found a new arch-nemesis. Her name is Rachel and she works in a bar in New York. I want it to be known that I don’t have anything against Rachel, only what she does, as justified as her actions may be.
Rachel runs a blog basically about fake IDs. Well, it’s not entirely about fake IDs, it’s more of a personal blog and she happens to post scans of fake IDs that she has confiscated and then write a little story about them. The stories are mildly entertaining, but I would prefer them to be a little longer. I was enjoying reading her blog until I realized that one of those kids could have been me.
As I mentioned before, Jeff was extremely irritated at high school kids. Luckily, he would only remember that he was upset when he actually saw high school kids. Unfortunately, they were everywhere. Eventually his hate subsided, due mostly to alcohol and its ability to make you forget what you were thinking.
After the grill incident, Jeff got a call from a girl. We tried to locate her; all the while I was trying to figure out who this mystery girl was. Her name didn’t ring a bell, and Jeff seemed unable to describe her. In fact, he didn’t really remember her either. In addition to this, we didn’t know where she was. We had a general idea of her whereabouts, but nothing concrete. I pointed out to Jeff that it might be hard to find this girl since we don’t know where she is and even if we did find her car, we wouldn’t be able to recognize her. Some random guy walking by agreed with me so we gave up on our search.
This past Saturday was WMZQfest, a smorgasbord of delectable country music artists all performing on one day. Who wouldn’t love something like that? My opinion of country music has not changed, but I achieved the goal that I set out to accomplish – drink so much that I can’t even realize that it’s a country music concert (by the music).
You see, even a deaf person that can’t read would know that it was a country music concert. The eclectic mix of white trash, cut off sleeves, confederate flags, pickup trucks, drunk people, plus hot girls lets anybody know that this was in fact a country music concert. I was impressed.
