I was going to do work yesterday

Really, I was! But somehow it didn’t turn out that way. When I got home from hanging out with my dad, I sat around and read a little for class tomorrow. I also had a lot of Compton Café stuff to do; I had to organize the new stuff in our kitchen, design new menus, and put them up all around my dorm. The Resident Masters were having their reception for the parents so we went down to grab some food (fine cheese and pate, delicious). When we got back to our room, Bryant and I watched an episode of Battlestar Galactica (great show, by the way). Afterwards, it was already evening, so I went to Chinatown with Chris, Jenna, and the Frenchies for dinner.

When we got back, it was REALLY late. Emily’s sister wanted to go to see what a real frat party was like (as if we have real frat parties here). So we went over to DKE, which was free and only two blocks away. It was a pretty crappy party because they didn’t want to lose that much alcohol so by the time we got there they already ran out. However, one of the brothers took out a bottle of Bacardi 151 and apple cider and started making drinks. Now, my views on Bacardi 151 are fairly clear. It’s an evil, evil drink and it should be banned in all states. However, as of yesterday, I have decided that Bacardi 151 is quite passable with apple cider. The cider completely kills the horrible taste.

When we got back, we tried looking for parties in my dorm. However, these were not to be found – the one on the twelfth floor was being broken up when we got there. We also somehow managed to run into the twelfth floor RA with open beers, which was a bad idea.

So, we went back to our room. We were out of beer and hard liquor, but Sebastian, a cool first year (I know, I know, they don’t exist) had some Guinness and some Dutch beer which he gladly donated to the cause of drinking. Bryant showed us how to make car bombs – Guinness and Irish Cream. It tastes good, but it’s nothing special. We also opened up a bottle of wine; Yellowtail Cabernet Sauvignon. It was decent as well.

The party was pretty awesome. We had good music, some dancing, and some sitting around and talking about nonsensical things. Bryant and I went over to visit Janet, Melodie, and Kat, and on the way back we lay down on the floor and Emily had to come rescue us. Sebastian passed out on the couch, so we wrote on him. No hard feelings, of course. When I fell asleep, I dreamed that I was throwing up. However, in reality it was not the case. Unfortunately, I was hung-over, but that went away in a few hours.