o dear the past 3 semester's have been... eventful...
"why did i think drinking beer from a 7 Eleven big gulp was a good idea!? oh wait, because it was. yay college!"
-Stephanie Piccirilli
that quote pretty much sums it up... YAY COLLEGE!!
yay drunken nights..
drunken memories,
drunken loves,
and drunken mistakes...
jesus, i've only been in college for 3 semesters and 1 sea term... and i've already got more alcohol induced memories than i do sober ones...
i was drinking lightly last night, and decided to think back to them and relive all my highlights of college thus far.
theres really been too many to remember, but the highlights of each semester are easy enough to pull out of my mushy brain.
FRESHMAN YEAR- first semester....
UMD Shenaniganz....
enough said... but yes, i'll elaborate..
Alex Picozza, Bill Dunlop and myself decided to take a trip to UMass Dartmouth and get shitty... as we are walking around campus trying to run into my friends, we killed half of what we had for booze, and we were already shithoused when we made it to the party. by some miracle me and Dunlop help the beer Pong table for about 10 games, at which point we went to go to Jaggerbombs with Dave Jackson and Vee... it was not long until we blacked out... my vague memories of the night include a bunch of people beating the shit out of Dunlop while he was drunk, and both of us having to be dragged back to our rooms back at Mass Maritime...
sea term....
so sea term... the entire thing was one drunken blur to be perfectly honest.. but i'd have to say the funniest times we had were most definitely in the Virgin Islands...
there was a bar right off the pier, and i drank there for FREE for 3 entire days, all because i had a solid Irish accent, and the girl tending bar fell in love with me.
there was also the time in that run down dive bar, or what we thought was a run down dive bar, when Dunlop announced to the Entire island of St. Thomas that he had only 7 dollars left to his name.. no sooner did he say that than a giant hideous local woman came from the corner, grabbed his seven dollars and stuffed it in her bra, took him by the arm, and dragged him upstairs... Now what happened next was something Gillan should have gotten the Medal Of Honor for.. he rean up stairs after them, and sprinted back down carrying a screaming and protesting Dunlop over his shoulder....
it turns out the room upstairs consisted of 4 water-stained walls, and a rotting moldy mattress on a hardwood floor... no wonder she only cost 7 dollars... Ryan Gillan was the hero of that night, he kept Dunlop from contracting 37 different STD's in a single sitting...
Second Semester....
nothing that interesting happened Second semester, that is other than regularly getting trashed on campus, and nearly getting caught... taking trips to Dorchester to drink with the Puerto Ricans, and pissing of the Vietnamese kid who lives on the other side of campus... all in all it was a solid semster...
Sophomore Year Thus Far....
holy shit what a year...
the one major night i've had was a concert... Myself, Parf, and Powell went to go see Foredoes Me Quite at a bar in Taunton..
now them being one of my favorite bands, and it being Halloween, it was destined to be a great night.
so the opening bands are playing their sets, we are drinking, enjoying the music. when all of a sudden in walk people i know. Melanie, who i expected to be there seeing as her brother is the lead singer of the band, and Mandy, who i hadn't seen in over a year... and i knew right then i was gonna get absolutely trashed that night.
seeing as how none of us were 21, we couldn't buy any booze in the bar, so i acquiesced a bottle of UV blue Vodka, and smuggled it into the bar for myself and the girls. we pass it between us, and Mel's brother while he is on stage, getting the 4 of us completely shitty.... o well it happens. Foredoes Me Quite had to end their set early because Dallas was so shit-faced, and the girls had to split because Mandy could barely stand...
Now, Powell and Parf had been drinking heavilly on their own accord by this point, so we were all far gone, i was speaking gaelic and flipping out on strangers walking around Taunton. at this point i blacked out.
the next morning when i awoke i discovered something.. Powell's car no longer had a windshield, and all 3 of us were hungover as fuck, but we had managed to make it back to the cape... what happened during that venture is still a mystery to all of us....
as you can see, we have some pretty shitty shenanigans that happen in my life, and in my opinion it should make for fantastic reading material, but you know, if you didn't find that funny enough, there's always my visual entertainment provided by the courtesy of youtube...
i'mg going to bring this game to Mass Maritime
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