I love reading the stories here and figured it was time to share a one of my own from my younger days. Things aren’t as crazy nowadays at 34 but every now and again I think of these times and jerk off once…or twice.
So this story happened some time around my sophomore or junior year of undergrad. My friends and I usually threw parties Thursday – Sunday because hey why not, right? When we were feeling particularly motivated we would come up with a theme and this night we lazily tossed out the idea of cowboys and Indians. Clever, I know.
So we throw a cowboy and Indian party. Most of the people show up with a cowboy hat, a feather or some other minimal costume that vaguely relates to the theme. We tap the keg and the beer starts flowing and eventually a beer pong tournament breaks out. My buddy Dave and I were absolutely lethal at beer pong and quickly started running the table. Eventually we’ve soundly beat everyone and everyone is complaining that it’s not fun.