Remember When....

I have not really been in the bar much in order to be able to tell some great stories so I guess I will revert back to college. If you have ever been in a sorority, fraternity, or dated a member of either of these 2 you have inevitable gone to a formal or semi formal. For those of you who are unaware of what that is let me fill you in. It is like prom for adults. We dress up in those expensive dresses we bought back in high school (if the freshmen 15+ hasn't hit us yet), we get our hair done, fake nails, make up, the works. The guys basically put on shirts and ties and go booze while us ladies spend an entire day getting ready. Anyway point is you dress up and then go pregame at someone's house and head to the formal. For sorority members you must all travel by bus and if you show up without the bus you are not let in. For guys it is different (isn't it always?) and they can go out of state or wherever the hell they want.

So my first sorority formal was my sophomore year. My roommate and I were dating guys in the same fraternity and so we got ready and headed to the pregame together. Now she and I are both blonde, we were both tan, and we both had on big fluffy blue dresses. We both were ready to party that night. So we headed through the local liquor store drive thru, it's Carbondale people, and while there the lady selling us booze asked if we were on our way to prom. My first question is why are you selling us booze if we are in high school, and my second was are you out of your mind? Anyway we arrive off of poplar or college street, its a haze, and drink our awesome champagne. We mingle with the other ladies and head back to the house to get on the bus. On the way there you sit with your dates and the anticipation is revving up and you are excited to be going to your first formal (well for me anyway.) My boyfriend at the time was a drinker and we had only been together for a couple months. Our usual weekend consisted of going out getting wasted, going back to his place, stomping out cockroaches, or picking up broken glass because somebody knocked a window out, and fighting. What can I say it was love (not really.)

So we get on the bus head to the formal and arrive indoors. We are at a super fancy golf resort, you step in this hallway and look up and there are a million stairs leading to the top to where the actual dance and dinner is. It is all elegant and very well put together. So we make our way up and quickly realize they are not carding anyone! My roommate and I hit the bar and continue to stay there for a majority of the night. Our dates are elsewhere and who cares we have booze. At every formal there are awards given to people who truly stand out. While my roommate is at the bar her award is getting called out. I am pretty sure it was most likely to black out tonight, which was perfect, she didn't know what she got an award for but walked up double fisting her drinks and walked away. I had to explain that she just got a drunk girl award.

The night progresses on and we start to realize that our dates are missing on purpose because we are a sight to be seen. We were dancing with each other on the floor and apparently not very classy ladies. It was so long ago that parts are missing from here but I remember we walked to the top of the stairs to head to the bus to leave and she fell first and dragged me with her. People later explained it as 2 blondes with tulle baby blue dresses tumbling down the stairs together, so basically we fell down this enormous flight of stairs probably with some somersaults thrown in there!

We make it down and head to the bus, oblivious to what has happened. we are searching for our dates and realize they got on the opposite bus from us because they literally did not want to be seen with us. Well we are pretty close to blacked out and Mandy decides to go find Todd. She leaves me sitting alone and I think my date actually found me later. We sit there in silence because what do you say when you see your girlfriend fall down a bunch of stairs with her roommate and laugh about it? Instead we head to the bar. I have now lost my roommate and am unaware of what she is doing back at the house.

I am sorry my dear but I am about to tell your secret that I have been holding on to for years. Apparently my roommate was put to bed in our sleeping dorm. Our sleeping dorm is a bunch of bunk beds all made up to look pretty and no one ever really slept in them. Well Mandy got scared and thought she heard people breaking in to the room so she took off her clothes and crawled under the bed army style to wait for them to come in. She crawled underneath rows of beds and waited, and apparently threw up in the process. i believe she said she ran to our room to escape the intruders.

We are sitting in our weekly meeting and someone brings up how one of the other girls had to clean up vomit and they wanted to know who did it. We still had no idea at this point until I received a note from across the room that was passed in secret. The note said You are the devil and underneath it, I was the one who threw up. I knew it was Mandy because she continuously called me the devil during meetings and I had to do everything I could not to laugh. No one but a handful of us has known about this for years but I just couldn't keep it in anymore. I don't know if I am putting this picture into a great perspective because I can see it in my head and I am laughing while typing. Ahhh there will be more of these to come, I am starting to think I need to write about the summer of CK2......