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It was time for my sorority’s annual “Crush Party,” where each sister invites as many guys as she wants and we all take a bus trip to a banquet hall. It’s also known as pretty much the biggest drinking event of the semester. Needless to say, my memory became hazy about halfway through the night. Pretty soon I had lost my drinks and my dates (one of whom had found a private closet to get busy in, the other who was grinding with my big sister), and found myself in the arms of a new boy I’d never seen before.

After last call (where the bartender had to tear my vodka soda out of my hands), we got on the bus, made out the whole way home to pass the time, and then returned to his apartment (but not before I made him stop to split a pizza on the way). I kept telling my new friend that I couldn’t sleep over because “I had class the next morning” (this was on a Friday night, mind you), but then decided I’d better stay instead of walking home by myself. After making out on his kitchen counter for a little while, we got into his bed and passed out. Read More »

When I was a sophomore I lived in a quad in my sorority house. That meant 4 girls, 45 pairs of jeans and over 100 pairs of shoes stuffed into a very tiny space. With bunk beds. The close quarters were an issue when any sort of studying had to get done (“Can’t you wait until after 90210 is over to start that paper?!”) or heavy drinking was going down (“Dude, there is not enough room in here for you to do the worm…”) but we made it work most of the time.

And then we had a date party.

For those of you who don’t know, a sorority date party consists of asking guys to join you at a bar where everyone gets very, very drunk. Kind of like any other night of the week but with dresses and a photographer.

Anyways, needless to say, my roommates and I got quite intoxicated. Upon returning to the sorority house, everyone proceeded to leave their men outside and completely pass out fully clothed. I was pretty much dead to the world when I suddenly woke up out of my sleep; something smelled really bad. It took me awhile to figure out where I was, why I was still wearing heels, and why there was a slice of pizza in my hand, but when I finally came to I realized that my roommate (whose bottom bunk was a mere 4 inches away from mine) was also sniffing the air with a not-so-happy look on her face. Read More »