…so I’m going to write the night up.
Friday evening, about, oh, six of us started making condom apparel around 5pm. We have a box of ten thousand condoms in the AUS office from Trojan, who put them all in little paper pouches. So we taped them into long strips and made them into clothing. I had a random-length jagged strips 80’s skirt. Melissa had a shorter skirt and bra. One guy had a kilt. Another had a Roman-style tunic. One girl had a skirt. Another guy just had a belt. You get the idea. Dan’s tunic was actually way cool.
We accessorized with strips of red condoms, against the blue packets. And we loaded up on stick on tattoos with the Arts County Fair logo. And then we set out on the trek across campus for Forestry’s event…Coconut.
Coconut was the very definition of Bad Idea. An all you can drink event? Sure, why not. We were worried we wouldn’t have enough time to get drunk there, but then, suddenly, a Jeep pulled up behind the six of us. It had a couple fratboys in it who wanted condoms. We handed over many, gladly, in exchange for a ride the last four blocks down to the tent in the parking lot with drunk Foresters spilling out of it.
Upon entrance, we were immediately almost mugged. After all, these were drunks, and we were wearing clothes made out of condoms. So we started drinking. And this is where the “drinks in vats” comes in. NEVER AGAIN will I drink anything that comes out of a vat, tub, or Rubbermaid storage box. I asked what the hell was in there yesterday…and someone said something about white rum and froot punch, and likely some Everclear. Triples at least, and I killed three mugs of it in twenty minutes.
It was after we all walked back to the AUS office that I melted down, emotionally, unrelated really. It was enroute from the office to the ski & board club party. Melissa sat with me through it, and then we returned to the party. Only problem is that she’s telling people one of the guys made me cry…and he didn’t…it was just because I’m crazy, really.
But we got through the rest of that party. Melissa and I tattooed every cute boy in the place. We met every male European exchange student possible. We flirted with Australians. We were very popular.
Then the group of us moved on to the Pit, after the ceremonial dancing to “Home for a Rest” (the live band did a decent cover version). That was an even WORSE idea. I wasn’t drinking anymore by that point. I hadn’t been for a while. I was too drunk to drink any more. Thank you, tub-mixed mystery beverage.
After a couple hours dancing at the Pit, Melissa and I left…and got hit on IN THE PARKING LOT, and AT THE PITA PIT and couldn’t make it stop. It’s like, I’m tired now, that’s all very nice…but you’re not cute enough to keep me awake, and not nearly as charming as you think you are.
I’m off to class now. And in three days, it’ll be the Storm the Wall party…*sigh*…