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10/28/02 12:17 AM: Wow, what a Weekend!
This could have been quite possibly one of the craziest weekends I’ve ever had. Friday night we set up a sort of rave in the nuetral zone. My roommate was the DJ. We set up a bar in one of the rooms complete with jello shots, body shots and loads of beer. We made $112 on that. The only problem was when one girl got sick and had to be sent to the hospital. This was one party that would go down in Creighton history. Everybody was there. The genious of the it was that we told only girls, so that we’d have a good ratio.
Yesterday was a little more interesting. I went to a costume party. I spent $5 on a cup, and had 2 beers before the keg ran dry, so my friends went to a different party. I stayed because they were going to get another keg. When it did come, the few of us that knew that it had arrived decided to see how much we could get before the others found out. We formed a circle and filled our beers. When the cup was full, you had to finish your beer before they got to fill your cup again. I had about 4 that way. I had made the announcement that “I am fully willing and able to be taken advantage of” numorous times. I went upstairs and decided to play pool. One of my friends decided to pull my pants down, so I thought it would be funny if I played the whole game with my pants down. Some time goes by, because I suck at pool to begin with, and suddenly I’m pushed by some kid. He was mad at me for not pulling my pants up, so I grabbed my pool cue in a hostile fashion. We were talked down and come to an agreement. I shook his hand and pulled my pants up. I learned later that the kid was tripping on acid, and that it wouldn’t be surprising if the kid and his friends had knives or guns. The keg was dry, so we left soon after. It was probably a good thing that it did, so that I couldn’t get in any more trouble.
I have to say that this weekend was pretty crazy. I have started a program that I thought of myself. On my fall break I came home and my brother called me fat, so I figured that I should take up running. For every beer I have, I plan to run a mile. It should kick off those extra lbs by Christmas. That means I have a lot of running this week. I’ll talk to you all later when I have more to say.
