These ladies were so ashamed at the end of the night, we decided to keep them anonymous. Oh SO embarassing!
#1: So a couple years ago during the
Spring semester of my freshmen year, I was at a party with a couple of my friends and we were dancing on the dance floor. Later on, I was dancing with this cute guy, and we started making out. I think he either lived there or knew someone who lived there, but anyways we ended up going upstairs to one of the rooms and whatever whatever. We were up there for a while, and my friends hadn’t seen me for a bit, so they started to worry and began searching for me. Meanwhile, I had sobered up a bit and realized my cute guy was actually a scrawny, pale kid with an intense red fro. Two seconds later, I heard my friend calling my name, and I shouted to her where I was. When she found me, she came in the room and started to yell at him. She even had to dress me at the party because I was too drunk to function.
Unknown Location, 2010
#2: One night, a couple friends and I decided to go to this small party at Champlain College to hang with an old friend, totally out of the blue. We got there and I started to talk to this cute kid in front of the beer pong table for a little while. I was also just getting over a super bad cold, and out of no where I felt a coughing attack coming after drinking my beer. I told him to hold on as I turned around to start coughing, but I didn’t want to seem like I was dying from this cough. I turned around and he just had a smirk on his face and handed me another beer, followed with a few more cute comments. The cough just wouldn’t leave me alone, so as he was talking, my face was turning bright red and I couldn’t open my mouth or else I’d hack another huge cough. He kept talking and all I could do is nod. I’m pretty sure he was starting to get sketched out, so I tried to save myself by taking a sip of beer in hopes that it would help…but no. As soon as the beer went into my mouth, I couldn’t take control of it. I coughed just enough that the beer came out of my mouth and dribbled all on my face. I looked up and my guy was staring at me with such confusion, practically embarrassed for me. After that, there was no way I could talk to him anymore…so I left with beer still all over my chin and tank top.
Champlain College, March 2011
#3: My group of ladies on the floor went out to this huge house for this crazy party that someone told us about earlier on. If you wanted a cup, you had to pay a little bit of money…which I was being cheap wasn’t down for. So I went in without a cup and went up a really steep flight of stairs with one of my girlfriends to hide our jackets. Cups were everywhere, Solo cup heaven. So I grabbed one, washed it out in the bathroom and got a really hot guy to fill it with beer. We were talking and started to go dance, but I forgot my phone in my jacket. I ran back to grab it as he waited at the bottom of the steps for me. I think I got a little to excited and started making my way down these crazy steep stairs with no caution and a full beer in my hand. I must have missed a step, because I completely fell from the top steps send my beer all on my guys shirt. Not only that…but on the way down of my fall my top must have gotten caught on a nail because when I hit the bottom my shirt was completely torn off my body. I ran for the door and had a 10 minute walk back to school with only a pair of jeans and a bra on.
South Prospect Street, October 2010
#4: This guy kept talking to me at a party, and apparently he wanted to be a rapper. Since he was drunk, He wouldn’t stop rapping to me about how he wanted to take me out and I wasn’t really buying it. I slid away from him, drank a lot more and moved onto the next guy. We ended up going back to my dorm and hooking up and I’d had so much to drink for my own good. We were laying in bed, and he started rapping one of his songs. I thought it was the alcohol recollecting bad memories of the night or some bad joke…but nope. I hooked up with same guy from the beginning of the night, only he changed his shirt and put on a hat. I never heard the end of it from my friends.
Isham Street, February 2011