It was another wonderful last-day-of -classes celebration. Our journey from kappa sig to the air force party and back to kappa sig was a perilous one. Kristin got to be queen asshole for the night. Though we were all at varying levels of enebriation, Kristin out swigged us all. It could have been the backseat guzzels of straight vodka from the bottle or maybe the double shots before that...Scandal bordering on disaster ensued. The ol vodka wiped out a few brains cells because this morning she was making french toast without the toast. She couldn't figure out why it wasn't all big and fluffy-it just looked like eggs!

Frat boys are classy, aren't they? One boy, who shall remain nameless (because I don't remember his name) was outside with us just hangin out. He abruptly asked Jackie (aka Kaile) and I (aka Heidi) if we minded if he peed in the corner of the porch. Wasn't that considerate? But I have discovered that frat boys lack certain coveted skills-like being able to do the "suck it" sign with appropriate enthusiasm. Jackie tell them "no, no, you're not thrusting enough!" She thrusted at a random passer-by to show 'em how it was done.