order.
Most people don’t know the work
that goes into planning and running a
party. So enough
about the details, the day progressed
and soon classes were all done for the
day. It was now time for dinner and everyone
piled into the dinning hall on campus.
It was also time to build a base for the
binge drinking ahead and to talking up
the drinking fest soon to come.
As the hours neared down
to party time, the dorm showers were spilling
steam into the halls. Guys and girls prepping
themselves for drinking, partying, and
if lucky a random hook-up. Freshmen coeds
were of coarse trying to get upperclassmen
to run to the liquor store for there wild
night ahead in a 10x10 dorm room. This
is always a project on campus for a couple
of major factors. First you pull your
car out of the lot you loose your parking
space and end up having to park in some
dirt lot five miles from campus, while
the liquor store is only three miles away.
Second the freshmen dorms are always dry
dorms so you have to smuggle the liquor
past the RA’s that are already pissed
of at the world because they are going
to spend the night babysitting a bunch
of drunken freshmen instead of playing
Magic the Gathering. So needless to say
after one run to the liquor store for
freshmen you will never do it again unless
it is for a profit. So back to the main
event of the night, finally the time has
come.
The kegs are cooling on ice and the frat
house is sparkling after being cleaned
for the first time since the last party.
People are starting to gather outside
the door anxious to get in and get there
drink on. New brothers are running around
making sure that every last chore is done.
Then it happens the music comes on and
the door is opened. With a fury five dollar
bills and plastic Solo cups are flying.
As you can imagine there is never a smooth
night at the door. There is always fifteen
year old high school girls trying to say
there college freshmen, and of coarse
there is always the occasional local that
shows up shit faced and tries to pick
a fight because he can’t get in.
Then finally it happens the house is packed
tight and the doors are closed except
for the occasional friend of a brother
or a hot chick.
Soon after-hours comes
and if you are not a brother, rush, friend
of a brother, or have a set of tits your
out. The beer-pong table is pulled out
from the corner, the hard liquor comes
out of the closet, and the brothers get
relieved of the jobs. For those of you
that have not been to a frat party after-hours
it is when the real Friday night party
starts. Of coarse first thing I do is
grab the beer-bong to start playing catch
up. After sucking down a six pack worth
of bud-light through a beer bong five
minutes later you are feeling mighty good.
After that I am finally warmed up to play
beer-pong or as we call it on campus bay-route.
So after a few games of bay-route I am
feeling like I am king of the world.
So at this point in time
I am pretty wasted and it is time for
some antics. First it starts with a game
of keg wars, for those of you that don’t
know this is where you line up like ten
empty kegs side by side. One person gets
on each end of the line of kegs; you hop
up on top and have to knock the other
guy off without touching him, just by
making the kegs roll. So needless to say
after a couple of spills off of the kegs
it is time to do something else. So at
this point my booze level is topped out
and it is time for some naked beer slides.
A few random coeds that shall remain nameless
gather on one side of the basement. The
vinyl-tile floor is swept clean then,
wet down with good old keg beer, and this
makes one big slip-n-slide. Then the brave
souls willing to do beer slides strip
down naked and with a quick run we all
are sliding across the basement floor.
After a few runs bare ass over a hundred
foot long basement floor it is a sobering
experience. So of course everyone piles
into the shower gets cleaned up and gets
dressed. This is like a second wind for
me and it is time to whine down the party
with a game of power hour and a couple
slices of pizza. Soon power hour turns
into the century club and the party is
started all over again.
Hours pass while beers
are getting downed and soon it is six
in the morning. I find that I have drunk
myself half sober. It is now time to hit
the all night diner for some late night
or should I say early morning breakfast.
So me and five other people pile into
this compact car and head to the diner.
Finally get to the diner and like soldiers
fell into line to “drain the lizard”
in the alley behind the diner. So we finally
get in and order enough food to feed an
army. After filling our bellies it was
back to the dorms to finally crash and
rest up for the Saturday night party ahead
of us.
Until the next wild party!
The Frat Guy
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