I've been drinking a bit, and I'm reminded of one night in college when a couple of buddies and I were walking down a cold street wondering what to do, and then we crashed a party at a house called the "Love Barn." We were smashed, and it was a blast. I butt-raced down a flight of stairs for the first time since I was a kid racing my brothers (yeah, it hurt like a mutha, but I was drunk), chastised one buddy for peeing behind their fridge (who does that?!), smoked some clove cigs with a couple of girls that seemed hot but probably weren't, and was reminded of how dense my non-peeing buddy was...when all three of us were in a room and a guy walked in with a girl (apparently, it was his room) and asked us to leave because he wanted to "show her his snake." Two of us just headed straight for the door, but we had to turn around and drag our other buddy out when he started saying, "but I want to see the snake." I have more stories of that guy - one involves him doing jumping jacks outside buck naked holding two American flags...before getting tackled by another drunk guy.
I forgot how fun parts of college were.
