FN4N (it's worth the read)

Friday Night Forty Night.
This past friday night was friday night forty night, which is exactly what it sounds like, but let me start with the beginning...

It's friday, I've just gotten out of work early to take my friend to the airport. He's going to try out for Team USA in the under 19 section of the world championships of Ultimate. that's fucking cool. anyway, myself and Justin drive down to drop him off, we get him to the airport, and we came back. The drive wasn't that exciting, except i got to see a 35 year old get carded for a box of cigarettes. That was kind of funny.

We get back and the dining hall is closed, so we go to a bar to get some quesadillas. So we're munching on some dillas and we get a call. do we want to go bowling with some seniors we're friends with? FUCK YES!!! and off we go. They've already taken a cab, so we're driving. Justin took one for the team and stayed sober because we rock out safely. I, on the other hand, drank the whole way there in the car, as well as during bowling, which justin and I won with an embarrassing 110. It was a good time. I met arguably the flyest man in the world, who was visiting his friend and my friend (the same person). What's great is that he's fly as shit AND nice and outgoing, so he wasn't intimidatingly fly, he was just a really outgoing baller. it was great. anyway, so the end of bowling comes and people are turning in their shoes. Now, I've always wanted bowling shoes, but bowling alleys usually make you switch them for your shoes, holding your shoes hostage until you bring back their shoes. This place was different. all you had to do was make it past the front desk without returning your shoes, and out through a long hallway. I saw my opportunity when all my friends were returning theirs. I kept my bowling shoes on, and put my birkenstock clogs on over them. it didn't fit, and i had to kind of shuffle, but I just pretended i was really really drunk and people ignored the awkward way i was staggering out of the place. Then all 7 of us got in the car, which is a small volvo. I was in shotgun on my friends lap, and one person was literally closed in the trunk. We got back around 11, and it was time for the best party I've ever been to: Friday Night Forty Night.

I got there and, obviously, got a forty and got to business. We were in a house with a giant living room, a dining room, a kitchen and a large balcony out into the back yard. The several boxes of forties were kept on the balcony, so when i went back in to mingle and drink, i ended up in the dining room. Remember in the beginning of the year, the girl whose computer i accidentally smashed? yeah well i was standing with justin next to her and her friend (a girl who hits on justin a lot) and so they were talking and i was talking to a few of my girlfriends friends on the other side of me. I hear tho (because she's shouting because she's drunk) the girl whose computer i smashed talking to my friend. what she was saying was "see O'Neill? he's the boy who smashed my computer." Justin started making fun of me and i had to come to my own defense and thats how we got to talking. She admitted to me that she wanted to hook up with me. Wonderful. She also forgave me! so I'm in the clear for that officially. O'Neill: 1, Computer: 0. Later in the night i found out that my friend Charlie's girl-he's-hooking-up-with, Anna, is actually a somewhat distant cousin of mine! Cool! I went outside to pee, and thats the last I remember until DKE division. All I remember is walking away as Justin comes painfully close to getting into a fight with one of them because Charlie was doing pledge related events, and we were there with Anna, who wanted to find charley. Then, I remember throwing up on the way from charlie's room to my own room. The following is what I found out later.

Outside peeing, I called my girlfriend, we spoke for about a half an hour. Then I went back inside to find justin and anna. Anna must have told me she wanted to find charlie, or maybe i just assumed she wanted to. Anyway, justin anna and I went up to DKE division where we assumed Charlie was partying because he's a pledge. On the way there I couldn't shut up about my girlfriend, to the point that it was somewhat annoying. We get up there and we can't find anyone. we see 2 DKEs and demand that they "Tell us where the FUCK Charlie is." it came off as more hostile than it should have, we just wanted to get him some poontang. Justin was telling them that "We just wanna help Charlie out!" and doing the international sign for a blowjob. The DKEs took this to mean help him get away from them, and though justin was calling them cock suckers. This HUGE miscommunication almost got his ass beat, but luckily another DKE who loves justin showed up and cleared things up. Anna and I were still on a mission to find Charlie, and decided that he has to come back to his bed, so we should wait for him in his bed. We got there and passed out. So charlie comes back from a rough night of pledging, high out of his mind, to find his friend and the girl he's been consistently hooking up with sleeping in his bed. it took some explaining. So that's what several beers and 80 oz of malt liquor will do to you. I had one hell of a night.