During my senior year of college, a group of friends and I rented an off-campus shithole, the kind of place that would sink into the ground depending on the weather, which was perfect for six college guys. Given the living conditions, rent was dirt cheap and so we left a room unrented, which we turned into a drinking games room, and because we’re millennials, filled it with our childhood participation trophies.
A couple months into the semester, itching for broader competition, we decided to have our own beerfest: a multi-team, multi-event, all-night extravaganza. The event was meticulously organized, with pre-selected rosters, uniformed teams, schedules, and scoreboards. It was both incredibly impressive and a testament to just how far you’ll go to “spice up” drinking when you’re doing it as much as we were in college.
To get this out of the way, I’m a very average looking 5’9”, with an athletic build from soccer. I’ve got naturally tan skin due to some mixed heritage and have dark black hair.