When Did That Happen?!

To say that walking through frat row in the morning is a strange experience would be an understatement. Aside from the graveyard of beer cans and broken lawn chairs, random things often have a habit of landing in the middle of the street. I mean come on, how does a toilet end up on the sidewalk? Normally when things get that crazy, it’s hard to find someone who remembers what really happened. Instead of the facts, you only get a few embarrassed laughs and some blank stares.
 

Conversations normally go as follows:
 
“Why do you have a huge bruise on your arm?”
“[Awkward laugh] I don’t know, good question…”
 
“Why do you have “DUMB BLONDE” written on your forehead?”
“Wait, what!? What’s on my forehead?!!”
 
“Last night, do you remember when you jumped up on the table and started doing the Macarena?”
“…………s**t……”
 
If you have ever been asked that sort of a question then you probably don’t ever want to have that happen again. To put it plainly, it’s just embarrassing. Thankfully, I’ve only asked that sort of a question and never had to answer it but I have definitely felt severe second-hand embarrassment. Normally the only question I have is, was it worth it? Was it necessary to go that crazy? Time and time again, the answer is no, not really.
 
All I have to say is sure, go ahead and loosen up, have a good time, but don’t go crazy. You don’t want to do anything you will regret in the morning. Being that plastered is unhealthy for your body and makes you vulnerable to all of the predators out there.  But, let’s be real, we’ve heard it all before- keep it under control; don’t do anything too stupid; don’t drink- yet it still happens. People still go crazy and people still wake up in the morning with no idea of what happened the night before.
 
So here’s to thinking about things from a different perspective. If you keep it under control and have fun safely, think of all the great stories you will have to tell. I mean you might be the only one in all of Boston, who was sober enough to remember how the hell a broken toilet ended up in the middle of the street.  If the story behind that one isn’t enough incentive to stay sane while out partying then I don’t know what is.