Dear Pregaming,
I’m in love with you.
And a little embarrassed to admit it, but you’re the fuel that keeps me going through the night.
I do you in the comfort of my home. Or even at my friends’ places. It’s always enjoyable and super casual. And sometimes it never ends.
I love the games we play: beer pong, flip cup, kings, slap-a-… what?
You’re my Friday and Saturday night plans—before I mooch off of someone I just met and go to their party instead. I’ll take any excuse to host you. Football games, St. Patrick’s Day, my 21st birthday, Marathon Monday, dance shows in Robsham… even Late Night.
Oh pregames, I’ll never get sick of you. I’d never survive the insanely-packed Mods without you. And boy would I be unable to get to those smelly basement house parties without the “coat” you provide. My skimpy dress really is a great choice!
You are my reassurance for a good night and my excuse to have wine (read Natty Light) with my dinner. You are also the perfect opportunity for me to show off my collection of intriguing souvenir shot glasses and break a few wine glasses.
I can goof off with you and spend an hour posing with friends for insane “party pics.” And because the night’s only begun, I’ll even have the time to post them on Facebook before I leave you, pregame. All the best bonding—between roommates, fellow club members, and classmates—would never have happened without you!
I’ve pregamed just about every event up to date. Hell, I’ve even pregamed pregames. I’ll be sad to part you once college life ends. Because after all, what left will I have to pregrame after my departure? Could I pregame “real life” and take shots to the “real world”?
I’ll see you, my fair reader, at the next pregrame!
Love,
Your Secret Admirer
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