Night of the Walking Swath

In order to get a good idea of how my friends are, I'm going to start with a semi-recent story. Again, through out the blog i will be spending more time on each individual, but for now I will start with a story of how we act as a whole. Again, my friends are as followed; (remember; NAMES HAVE BEEN CHANGED): Courtney Harris, Callie London, Karen Brown, Angelina Fray, Kat Hansen, Dakota Nelson, Melissa Lancaster, Rachel Perry, and Penelope Dacruz. Oh ya, and me, but I'll just go by K.

Let me take you back to last semester, the very end of it, so December 2011. We were going to a "cocktail"themed party, meaning we were all dressed up. Now this should have been our first clue that the night would end up not-as-expected. For some reason whenever dresses are involved everyone one gets really really fucked up. This happens with out fail at every cocktail and formal. So we were doomed from that point on. Then came the great idea from Dakota for her and I to drink cotton candy flavored vodka... never again. If someone suggests this to you DO NOT DO IT!  It's not that it tastes bad, it tastes amazing, it's the fact that the bottle costs $10, goes down smoothly, and if probably half sugar, half alcohol, if not more. This all means that the bottle didn't last long. The night started at my house, where i live with Courtney, Callie, and Karen. We all met up here to get ready, take pictures, and pregame. Now, pregames are probably my favorite part of all nights out. Who doesn't like an excuse to drink 6+ shots all within a half hours time while dancing, taking pictures, and shouting obnoxiously for no reason at all. Enough of the pregame though, lets get this night started...

Somehow, I can't seem to actually recall how, we ended up at the house party. Dakota had brought the remainder of the cotton candy death along with her, so somehow i kept finding my way back to her, and the bottle. At this point I decided to be a bartender at the houses makeshift bar, and started pouring all of my friends shots of someone's random handle of captain. THAT SHOT OF CAPTAIN KILLED ME AND EVERYONE ELSE INVOLVED. 

The events that follow are some of my own observations, and some are here say. Here's the scene; Courtney is outside getting yelled at by a guy she was dating for some time, and then randomly decided she didn't like and just stopped texting him back. That's all i've got for Courtney, I didn't see her the whole night, actually not until she came home the next morning from the same guys house she was trying to end things with dressed like an adolescent boy in oversized basketball shorts and a high school football sweatshirt. Upon walking in I ran into a boy that I had went on ONE date with, and went to ONE formal with, who wouldn't stop texting me. After seeing him, I said a polite hello, then spent the rest of the night making sure we were never in the same room. Until i went to find Callie, who was dancing quite suggestively with him on the dance-floor. Important thing to know; Callie has a boyfriend... additionally this guy is Callie's boyfriends BEST FRIEND. Good thing he showed up soon after and commanded her attention, or else we could have been dealing with a whole different situation entirely. However, later that evening she told her not-yet-official boyfriend that she loved him... then pretended she didn't actually say that even though her clearly heard her. Then she doesn't remember hooking up with him. Somehow, they're still together. Karen was all over the place having a good time, and then she went home. That's all I've got for her, but she's probably the only person who didn't make a bad decision that night, except when she stole a pair of house keys from one of the residents, who knows why. Angelina was making out with a frat guy. Standard. Then went home with him. Not Standard, but still funny. Kat was taking care of Penelope with Dakota. I remember looking over at one point and seeing Penelope dancing, but propped up by Kat and Dakota. Penelope doesn't go out with all of us much, but when she does she goes hard in the paint. Rachel yelled at her little, and the guy she likes... for no reason except that she was drunk. That seems to be everyone's reasoning though. And then there was me. I did a lot of running around the party, then I ended up on the dance floor. From there I made out with a freshman. Who told me he was a sophomore. But I knew he was a freshman. And I still did it. And he told me his name was Kevin. But I know it's Devin. Because I planned it at the mixer before... KevinDevin FTW. Oh ya, and I came to find out after the fact that KevinDevin HAS A GIRLFRIEND....cool. And then I ran away and we all got home somehow... I think I may have walked. 

The next morning, 3 of us woke up in different beds than our own, 3 of us had large hickeys, and the rest of us had yelled at someone. All in all, it was a night that will go down in history. And the best part is, that every person's actions were not surprising at all... just goes to show how crazy we all are.