Long time lurker, but figured why not become a first time poster and write up a memory from college that I think about a lot, partially because it was hot and partially because it was a little bit strange. My sophomore year, a bunch of my friends (but not me) lived in the “party dorm,” this big, old, kind of decaying building on a hill. The school ended up redoing it my senior year and turning it into something that sort of felt like a hotel, but at the time it was quasi-lawless. The main room we hung out in was on the second floor, where we drank, drank more, smoked weed, played loud music and just generally caused a bunch of ruckus to basically no pushback.