Not Pants Steal

Aw snap. I'm a published video producer now. For one video. On YouTube. Remember when frat boys wronged Anna and she had a plan to get them back? Well, like a man balancing on a basketball with his head, it's now on YouTube. Enjoy.

Life was waiting for me.

Holy crap. I had my last undergraduate class, indeed my last academic-oriented class for a long time, on Tuesday. When class ended, the fun began. There was a champagne reception for graduating engineers in the Mining Building. I had 8 glasses of champagne with various cookies, treats, and other food-type dealies dipped in chocolate fondue style. It's good to graduate. After an hour of having dinner & playing Wii, I showed up all decked out in formalwear for my last Playa's Ball, the annual formal party for Cal Ultimate Frisbee. I talked with a lot of people. I had about 6 or 7 drinks. Squirt reminded me that kisses while intoxicated are roughly half as good (or less so) than sober smooches. Twice. I discovered that Mary is a naive romantic, just like Scott likes. I also, for the first time ever, drank so much that I puked. I was mostly helpless. Scott & Mary helped me home. Pradeep drove. I threw up some more, and went to bed. wherein, i peed. As the hours passed today, i slowly recovered. The more I recovered, the more i tried to test myself from the experience. Do I remember everything? Did I pass out? I do. I didn't. I did come to the realization that this is the college most people hear stories about. This is the kind of experience I have been wanting for the last four years. To momentarily lapse my sense of responsibility and the fear of embarrassment. To be out of control enough to require someone else to take care of me. Realizing that makes even the worst of it feel good. Altho I for-sure won't be doing it again anytime soon. damn.