So some of you may be familiar with the bet I made with my roommate last year which lead to an interesting night…
Anyways this year we had planned to do something similar only with a bigger party with more people… but then between Covid and people backing out of plans at the last minute my roommate and I were basically planning on spending the evening just the two of us and trying to put a dent into the case of Prosecco we had bought for the occasion… (we thought this was gonna be like a 20 person party).
That kinda got thrown for a loop when our friend O and his girlfriend S3 reached out and said they would be in town (originally they were on the fence). Now S3 is pretty new to the friend group. O is one of the two guys who’s house it is we hang out at all the time (S2s boyfriend is his roommate). He took part in last year’s adventure with his then girlfriend (they broke up awhile back then he started dating the new girl). All of this is to say he knows E and I well and had some idea of what might have been in store.
Now we had kinda forgot about the whole bet thing until S3 comes in the door and asks what this years bet is (I guess O filled her in on last years?)… in an effort to keep what promises to be a long confession shorter I’ll tell you what we agreed upon.
We would have a mini beer pong tournament. E vs. myself and then O vs. S3. The winner of each match would then play a championship. The three losers would then streak the block like last year… Except we had this conversation at like 6pm. There was at least 4 hours before we would play the games (we wanted to maximize the anticipation and minimize the nervous waiting for midnight).
The problem with that plan… Alcohol. It was mostly me but everyone chipped in as they got drunker and the trash talk started… but somehow the bet shifted from just down the block… to around the block… to eventually all the way down and through this large apartment complex that’s nearby. So in total it really ended up being 10 blocks… (think small neighborhood blocks and not large city blocks… but still it would be a solid 10 minute walk normally).
I think at some point we all thought that someone would be the sober voice of reason. But by the time we got to the games I was on my third bottle of Prosecco… so it wasn’t going to be me. Plus I didn’t think there was a chance that I would lose.
E and I play first. She has never been a good beer pong player. Especially not when she’s been drinking (and she drank more than me up to this point). Though she unfortunately had a distinct advantage… I get wine drunk fast… so I was way off my game and didn’t realize it until it was too late. It was close… but somehow she won.
It was weird this year waiting for midnight knowing I was going to be streaking. Having experienced the winners side of it let me tell you… one is a lot less anxiety inducing.
O vs. S3 was really close. But S3 prevailed. So O and I were gonna be the streakers.
The final was the only game that wasn’t close. Like I said E is bad. So O, E, and I got to anxiously spend the next 30ish minutes awaiting our very naked fate.
Now you can say a lot about me. But I’ve never backed out of a bet in my life. Did I wish I hadn’t run my mouth and turn this into a much bigger thing than it was? Yes. Was I still gonna strip down and do it? Also yes.
S3 mocked us mercilessly all the way up till midnight. But to my surprise she agreed to join us? When I asked her about it this morning all I got was an “I was drunk and it sounded like fun.” Or something to that effect.
So midnight hits. We do all of the normal pleasantries before we all start stripping down. Now unlike last year we didn’t have someone to stand there and watch the clothes. So we figured it would be better to leave them in the apartment… We live on the third floor. Drunk logic at its finest.
Now all four of us are naked except for shoes (like I said it was a long run). Luckily it was a decently warm night. No rain or anything. Which hindsight would’ve made the naked run harder but would’ve kept more people inside.
Now at this point I lose track of the other three as I sprint down the stairs. I’m vaguely aware of E next to me as we run down the sidewalk/street but I’m really just focused on where I’m going and looking for people who could catch us… which didn’t take long.
We end up running past this house that a couple of frat guys rent. Don’t really know them super well but I have met them. Again I’ve got no clue about the other three but I’m officially embarrassed out of my mind as those guys start cheering their heads off. And we’ve barely started this thing.
When we get down to the complex we’re supposed to run thru (a street with buildings on both sides) there are people up on balconies who take a minute to realize what’s going on but again they start cheering as well. Which again. Super embarrassing but so far everyone who’s seen me has seen me from a distance under street lights or as I ran past their yard in darkness… except for this group of people dead in front of me who I can only assume we’re getting into an Uber or something to go home… let’s just say they’d have no problem picking me out of a line up lol.
After that it was smooth sailing. With the exception that the return trip up the other side of the block is uphill. And while I work out on occasion I’m still pretty out of shape… and this had to of been the longest I’d ever run continuously in my life. And I was dying.
Nevertheless we all manage to make it back to the apartment out of breathe and very embarrassed but full of adrenaline. Which of course means we all start drinking again. This time just in our underwear instead of fully dressed.
Now I think only two things prevented this from turning into a full blown orgy… 1) I’ve never found O particularly attractive. Sure I like the guy but everything about him to me just screams friend. 2) less than an hour later E starts puking her guts out (I think this morning we managed to piece together that she drank 4 bottles all by herself…).
Anyways I like the good friend and roommate I am do my best to take care of her and get her into bed. At which point that’s when I discover O and S3 going at it on my kitchen counter… and when I decide that it’s time to go to bed.
Now all of this is very blurry to me so I apologize for the lack of details (I honestly only remember half of it, the rest I pieced together this morning with everyone). It’s honestly the craziest thing I think I’ve ever done. And since this is my last NYE as a college student I’m glad it happened cause I’ll never top it lol.
So I get to scratch that item off the Scavenger Hunt for this year. I’ve got till May to hit the 11… which I think may be too lofty a goal. But we will see I guess lol
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ru3j95/f_22_this_years_nye_bet