One of the least exciting things about college has to be clubs. There’s a club for everything, I swear. And inevitably a buddy invites you to a meeting and there’s a mixer after, and unless the club is super lame you get eyefucked by some freshman and the night ends with a BJ or some mediocre sex.
I wish. Clubs would be a lot more popular if that’s how it worked.
But anyway, I was in a college club, one of those major-specific ones that didn’t have a ton of members, but since we were the biggest college in the university we had a lot of support and did a lot of activities. Anyway, our club had decided to do a series of industry tours, and as I’m as advantageous an ass-kisser as anybody else, I volunteered to be in charge of organizing these things. No big deal, make a few phone calls, organize a bus, all’s well.