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| WILD NIGHTS ARE CALLING |
| There are many nights in my college career that were considered for inclusion in this page. But in the end, only the five craziest and/or most humiliating made the cut. Enjoy, then go have a beer. |
| 5 |
| The ATrOcious nights at ATO |
| Witnesses and Participants: --Kelley Bradshaw --Jessica Striebich |
| Starting off by chugging a pitcher of beer each at Sigma Nu, we should have stopped this night while we were somewhat ahead. Instead, we went to DelTaco where we met a nice gentleman who decided to not only pay for our food but tip us a kindly SEVEN DOLLARS (for what, we would later discover). After stumbling down 28th screaming "Ee-i, ee-i, OH OH!" a thousand times, we found ourselves in a shady apartment with this dude telling us his fantasy was to have a younger blond chick and an older blond chick at the same time...um...needless to say we practically RAN home. The other night included in this saga is the night where THREE (yes, THREE) AXO's ended up spending the night at the ATO establishment, all of us unknowing to the other, and ending up with three separate walks of shame. Ah, sisterhood. |
| 4 |
| Lakers Championship, 2001 |
| Witnesses and Participants: --Dustin McCarthy --Nikki Gauthier |
| Giving four kids a free suite with free beer is the equivalent of giving a four year old Vivarin. It sets off a lot of insanity that should otherwise be suppressed. Yet seven beers later, I found it rather funny to be chased down by cops and poked with their jimmy sticks, and even more hilarious to down the remnants of a fifth of vodka, break the bottle in the alley, and burn someone's sleeping bag in the parking lot. Apparently at some point I lost control of my joints and came a blob of Jell-o, wandering around SigEp and eventually ending up, confused and dismayed, in Dustin's bed the next morning (innocently, people, innocently). Thank God it was Friday, since it took a good two days to get over THAT hangover. |
| 3 |
| Pre-Rush frat parties, Fall 2000 |
| Witnesses and Participants: --Lisamann |
| Setting a tradition of guzzling a bottle of wine before leaving the house during Pre-Rush last year was PROBABLY what started off this crazy night of attacking freshman and dancing on stages. However, dressed in our finest and sick of the female world, Lisamann and I ventured over to PIKE where we drank much of a keg and danced on stage and then ended up at Lambda Chi, where I met a gentleman named...well...a gentleman who kindly brought me back to his dormitory so I could PUKE all over the place and then walked me merrily home, where I found I had lost my key and the security only stays until 5am, so I had a great morning of sleeping on the porch of Alpha Chi until a kind soul opened the door at 7:30 am to my dragged-out, hungover ass. Ugh. |
| 2 |
| Sigma Chi Orgy Days, 2001 |
| Witnesses and Participants: --Lisamann, Jess Striebich, Veronica and many, MANY others... |
| In our on-going quest to kick ass at philanthropies, we found ourselves in the compromising position of hiring a stripper for the pleasure of the senior EX gentlemen. However, the beer and nakedness must have gotten the guys all fired up, because before we knew it all the guys were stripped down to boxers, all the girls were getting their shirts coaxed off, and the sauna was full of promising young couples who never looked each other in the eye again. Sadly, someone got wise and took pictures of this drunken event, which may not be the best thing in case one of us ever decides to run for president. In any case, I earned myself the name "bikini girl," which again I am not sure is a good thing or something to hide from my kids in the future... |
| 1 |
| The Night of Utter Confusion |
| Witnesses and Participants: --Erica Laine |
| The coveted position of #1 goes to a night where confusion reigned, unexplained events still haunt me, and I STILL don't know the name of the damn guy...anyway, a friend of mine decided to be a great guy and buy me drinks all night, which made me rather tipsy in under an hour. He then asked me to close his tab, at which point the bartender told me he didn't HAVE a tab. I said bullsh*t, I've been drinking off it all night. The guy then came up to close his own tab, and it was then that I realized I HAD NO IDEA WHO THIS GUY WAS, indeed he was NOT my friend but a beer-goggles-induced lookalike. I had no way to get out of it...but was too drunk to think...and ended up puking in a traffic cone on the walk home and waking up in Phi Psi's basement with my bra missing and my purse in a different, upstairs hallway. The kicker? Upon developing the pictures off the camera that was in the purse, I was DELIGHTED to find a picture of the naked asses of three comedic young men. Wish I could have been there for that night. |
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