This might be a long post. A long post for a long weekend.
I took off my clothes. I had never gone full monty before. I was hanging from the pipes in the basement of the frat house completely naked except a hat. Mind you, I was drunk but not drunk enough to blame alcohol.
I pledged the fraternity. It was fun. You may be thinking, "How could you pledge a fraternity in Connecticut when you are in Missouri and not even a student?" I don't really know. You will have to ask them. It was just really fun.
The weekend was just really fun. I got to hang out with fun people. Spend a lot of time wearing very little clothing. I was very well behaved. I only made out with a girl. I did see several penises, but it was kind of tit for tat. I got hit on...a lot. Like a lot a lot. A couple of times it was really creepy.
Fun story...I was getting into the couch Friday after stripping and getting wicked drunk. Jim was all quiet moving stuff off of the couches so we could sleep. Everything was quiet because three girls were sleeping on the bed. I tiptoe across the room to crawl into my couch. I get on the couch and immediately get thrown off. The cushions were not centered. I knock stuff off the coffee table and scream. All three girls sit straight up in bed and are completely frightened. It was hysterical. Trust me.
I was a fashion expert this weekend. Girls were asking me all sorts of questions about makeup and stuff. Good thing I brought my kit stocked up with hair and makeup supplies. It was great.
The kids there are all so great. I think that is the main reason why I pledged. Even though I am so far away, I feel such a strong connection with them. Maybe it is just me missing college or maybe I just really like the feeling they give me. It feels nice.
And now on to the INSANE portion of the story. I got back to St. Louis at 7 am, Monday morning. I drove all night. I spent $15-20 on energy drinks/coffee. I kept contemplating the idea of staying in a hotel. I made myself sick from too much caffeine/sugar. I just kept driving. It was painful to push myself that hard. I kept stopping to stretch and wake up. I never felt like I was falling asleep at the wheel though. I would have stopped if that was the case. I just kept singing and trying to call people to energize me. I will never do that to myself again.
I don't really know what else to say. I had a good time. Vacation is great. I should definitely do it more often. Things with the boy are good. Maybe even really good. I won't say wonderful or fantastic or anything like that. But good. Life is kinda good right now. Halloween is coming up. I'm so not ready.