Whoa.
From the dorms to The Shoe to the RPAC to Fraternity Row, everything is bigger in Columbus. And it was overwhelming, but still amazing.
Kate took Isabella and I to a house party on Friday night and apologized for "how quiet this weekend was going to be." From the start, I doubted this statement, but just shrugged and said "No worries!"
The house party was anything but quiet. The bass was audible from the street, and though no one was really there at first, it quickly grew more and more crowded. Three kegs were tapped, and the JungleJuice was flowing. People began to dance, and I joined in.
*Let me just say that while I did drink on Friday, I was most definitely not drunk. But plenty of other people at this party were.
I danced with a few guys, and was enjoying myself. Kate and Isabella also looked like they were having fun with their respective dance partners. My last dance partner can be summed up with 2 words though- HOT MESS. He was beyond drunk, and I didn't realize until he stuck his tongue down my throat. I quickly turned away and continued dancing. This guy continuously tried to turn me back towards him by placing his hand on my face, and then he attempted to give me a hickey. I left him, found Isabella, and we set off in search of High Street and a clean bathroom. (Kate was dancing with her cute TA. We decided that it would be ok to leave her.)
Uncomfortably sweaty and sober, we headed back to Lincoln Tower and hung out with Kate's suitemates until about 4 AM, when we all went to bed. Don't worry, Kate came home at 2.
The next night, we went to a frat party. With a group of 7 girls and 1 guy (a guy from our high school who was visiting another OSU student), we got in easily, and helped ourselves to free beer. Before I continue further, let me just say that the fraternity houses at OSU are mansions. Literally, they are bigger than any house I've ever seen before. I was awestruck. I also did not remain sober at the party. Soon, I was asking every guy by themselves to dance. Yes. I became "that girl that dances with everybody and then acts like a whore on the dancefloor." My bad...
So here is the weekend countdown.
Number of drunken nights- 1
Number of parties- 2
Number of boys made out with- 3
The trip continued to Pittsburgh, where I dropped Isabella off at school. We enjoyed a quiet Sunday night in. We ordered pizza, watched Friends, and read Cosmo. It was refreshing to say the least.
This weekend, I venture to Athens and Ohio University to visit the authors of AB Nightlife (www.abnightlife.blogspot.com) and Story of my Life (www.storyofmyl.blogspot.com). We'll see how THIS weekend goes!
Kate took Isabella and I to a house party on Friday night and apologized for "how quiet this weekend was going to be." From the start, I doubted this statement, but just shrugged and said "No worries!"
The house party was anything but quiet. The bass was audible from the street, and though no one was really there at first, it quickly grew more and more crowded. Three kegs were tapped, and the JungleJuice was flowing. People began to dance, and I joined in.
*Let me just say that while I did drink on Friday, I was most definitely not drunk. But plenty of other people at this party were.
I danced with a few guys, and was enjoying myself. Kate and Isabella also looked like they were having fun with their respective dance partners. My last dance partner can be summed up with 2 words though- HOT MESS. He was beyond drunk, and I didn't realize until he stuck his tongue down my throat. I quickly turned away and continued dancing. This guy continuously tried to turn me back towards him by placing his hand on my face, and then he attempted to give me a hickey. I left him, found Isabella, and we set off in search of High Street and a clean bathroom. (Kate was dancing with her cute TA. We decided that it would be ok to leave her.)
Uncomfortably sweaty and sober, we headed back to Lincoln Tower and hung out with Kate's suitemates until about 4 AM, when we all went to bed. Don't worry, Kate came home at 2.
The next night, we went to a frat party. With a group of 7 girls and 1 guy (a guy from our high school who was visiting another OSU student), we got in easily, and helped ourselves to free beer. Before I continue further, let me just say that the fraternity houses at OSU are mansions. Literally, they are bigger than any house I've ever seen before. I was awestruck. I also did not remain sober at the party. Soon, I was asking every guy by themselves to dance. Yes. I became "that girl that dances with everybody and then acts like a whore on the dancefloor." My bad...
So here is the weekend countdown.
Number of drunken nights- 1
Number of parties- 2
Number of boys made out with- 3
The trip continued to Pittsburgh, where I dropped Isabella off at school. We enjoyed a quiet Sunday night in. We ordered pizza, watched Friends, and read Cosmo. It was refreshing to say the least.
This weekend, I venture to Athens and Ohio University to visit the authors of AB Nightlife (www.abnightlife.blogspot.com) and Story of my Life (www.storyofmyl.blogspot.com). We'll see how THIS weekend goes!
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