Massassi, I have a story to share. I went out last night to a party (free kegger). I was with four friends, and it was getting to be about 1:00am. We are getting ready to leave. Some guy asks my friend John to find him a cup. John is about done with his, so he says, "Go ahead and take mine." The guy jokingly asks if John has any diseases. John jokingly replies, "Yeah, I got herpes." So this guy pours the beer that was in the cup into the cup of a girl standing next to him that he was talking to. John, again jokingly, says, "Hah! Now you've got herpes!"
This girl is a little weirded out because she doesn't know John and the matter of his jokes. She starts asking if he is serious. Well, he jokes around with her some more, saying he is. After about five minutes of bantering, he admits it's all a joke and that he doesn't have any diseases. He walks away somewhere, and I'm standing next to this girl. She starts asking me, "Is he serious? Do I have herpes?" I don't really want to get involved in the fiasco, so I say, "You'll have to take that up with John."
She keeps asking the question and I keep answering the same way for about five minutes. I probably should have walked away then and there, but I didn't think it would turn out as badly as it did. Seemingly out of nowhere, she says to me, "Prove that he doesn't have herpes." I ask, "What do you want me to do?" She replies, "Kiss me." Well, this girl is quite drunk, very unattractive, I'm kind of involved with somebody else, and I wasn't about to kiss a complete stranger (she was also possibly still in high school; the guy that hosted the party invited a bunch of high school kids). I tell her, "That's alright. If you want it proven, go talk to John." Well, she gets mad that I won't kiss her, and pours her beer all over my hoodie. I get really mad, but don't do anything. Our group of four leaves about ten minutes later.
We go to another party at some apartments near campus. At this party, the keg runs dry within the hour, and every guy (except for our designated driver and myself) has found some girl and is making out. I'm not. I decide to wait the party out, and the hosts tell everybody to go home about 30 minutes later. We get back to the dorms and I fall asleep around 4:00am. I wake about around 6:00am, and try to go back to sleep. No dice. So, I remember that the dining halls have breakfast at 7:00 during the week. I wait until 7:00. I go downstairs. Turns out breakfast is at 8:00 on Sundays. It's 7:40 as I type this and I'm hungry and still mad about the cruddy parties. I also have an urge like none other to go fishing.
So, Massassians, take heed: be careful about whatever parties you go to, because they can turn out to be really cruddy. Post your bad party experiences, share with us situations to avoid.
This girl is a little weirded out because she doesn't know John and the matter of his jokes. She starts asking if he is serious. Well, he jokes around with her some more, saying he is. After about five minutes of bantering, he admits it's all a joke and that he doesn't have any diseases. He walks away somewhere, and I'm standing next to this girl. She starts asking me, "Is he serious? Do I have herpes?" I don't really want to get involved in the fiasco, so I say, "You'll have to take that up with John."
She keeps asking the question and I keep answering the same way for about five minutes. I probably should have walked away then and there, but I didn't think it would turn out as badly as it did. Seemingly out of nowhere, she says to me, "Prove that he doesn't have herpes." I ask, "What do you want me to do?" She replies, "Kiss me." Well, this girl is quite drunk, very unattractive, I'm kind of involved with somebody else, and I wasn't about to kiss a complete stranger (she was also possibly still in high school; the guy that hosted the party invited a bunch of high school kids). I tell her, "That's alright. If you want it proven, go talk to John." Well, she gets mad that I won't kiss her, and pours her beer all over my hoodie. I get really mad, but don't do anything. Our group of four leaves about ten minutes later.
We go to another party at some apartments near campus. At this party, the keg runs dry within the hour, and every guy (except for our designated driver and myself) has found some girl and is making out. I'm not. I decide to wait the party out, and the hosts tell everybody to go home about 30 minutes later. We get back to the dorms and I fall asleep around 4:00am. I wake about around 6:00am, and try to go back to sleep. No dice. So, I remember that the dining halls have breakfast at 7:00 during the week. I wait until 7:00. I go downstairs. Turns out breakfast is at 8:00 on Sundays. It's 7:40 as I type this and I'm hungry and still mad about the cruddy parties. I also have an urge like none other to go fishing.
So, Massassians, take heed: be careful about whatever parties you go to, because they can turn out to be really cruddy. Post your bad party experiences, share with us situations to avoid.
Marsz, marsz, Dąbrowski,
Z ziemi włoskiej do Polski,
Za twoim przewodem
Złączym się z narodem.
Z ziemi włoskiej do Polski,
Za twoim przewodem
Złączym się z narodem.