It started off as a typical Friday. Everyone on and off campus chatting about there plans for the night ahead. All the guys of coarse were trying to find out what the girls were planning, and all the girls trying to find out what the guys had planned. The true frat guys such as me where planning on how to get as many people as possible wasted. Going down a drunken check list, making sure there are plenty of cups, the CO2 is full to keep the beer flowing, and the beer is on order. Most people don’t know the work that goes into planning and running a party. So enough about the details, the day progressed and soon classes were all done for the day. It was now time for dinner and everyone piled into the dinning hall on campus. It was also time to build a base for the binge drinking ahead and to talking up the drinking fest soon to come.

As the hours neared down to party time, the dorm showers were spilling steam into the halls. Guys and girls prepping themselves for drinking, partying, and if lucky a random hook-up. Freshmen coeds were of coarse trying to get upperclassmen to run to the liquor store for there wild night ahead in a 10x10 dorm room. This is always a project on campus for a couple of major factors. First you pull your car out of the lot you loose your parking space and end up having to park in some dirt lot five miles from campus, while the liquor store is only three miles away. Second the freshmen dorms are always dry dorms so you have to smuggle the liquor past the RA’s that are already pissed of at the world because they are going to spend the night babysitting a bunch of drunken freshmen instead of playing Magic the Gathering. So needless to say after one run to the liquor store for freshmen you will never do it again unless it is for a profit. So back to the main event of the night, finally the time has come.

The kegs are cooling on ice and the frat house is sparkling after being cleaned for the first time since the last party. People are starting to gather outside the door anxious to get in and get there drink on. New brothers are running around making sure that every last chore is done. Then it happens the music comes on and the door is opened. With a fury five dollar bills and plastic Solo cups are flying. As you can imagine there is never a smooth night at the door. There are always fifteen year old high school girls trying to say there college freshmen, and of coarse there is always the occasional local that shows up stuff faced and tries to pick a fight because he can’t get in. Then finally it happens the house is packed tight and the doors are closed except for the occasional friend of a brother or a hot chick.

Soon after-hours comes and if you are not a brother, rush, friend of a brother, or have a set of breasts your out. The beer-pong table is pulled out from the corner, the hard liquor comes out of the closet, and the brothers get relieved of the jobs. For those of you that have not been to a frat party after-hours it is when the real Friday night party starts. Of coarse first thing I do is grab the beer-bong to start playing catch up. After sucking down a six pack worth of bud-light through a beer bong five minutes later you are feeling mighty good. After that I am finally warmed up to play beer-pong or as we call it on campus bay-route. So after a few games of bay-route I am feeling like I am king of the world.

So at this point in time I am pretty wasted and it is time for some antics. First it starts with a game of keg wars, for those of you that don’t know this is where you line up like ten empty kegs side by side. One person gets on each end of the line of kegs; you hop up on top and have to knock the other guy off without touching him, just by making the kegs roll. So needless to say after a couple of spills off of the kegs it is time to do something else. So at this point my booze level is topped out and it is time for some naked beer slides. A few random coeds that shall remain nameless gather on one side of the basement. The vinyl-tile floor is swept clean then, wet down with good old keg beer, and this makes one big slip-n-slide. Then the brave souls willing to do beer slides strip down naked and with a quick run we all are sliding across the basement floor. After a few runs barebuttover a hundred foot long basement floor it is a sobering experience. So of course everyone piles into the shower gets cleaned up and gets dressed. This is like a second wind for me and it is time to whine down the party with a game of power hour and a couple slices of pizza. Soon power hour turns into the century club and the party is started all over again.

Hours pass while beers are getting downed and soon it is six in the morning. I find that I have drunk myself half sober. It is now time to hit the all night diner for some late night or should I say early morning breakfast. So me and five other people pile into this compact car and head to the diner. Finally get to the diner and like soldiers fell into line to “drain the lizard” in the alley behind the diner. So we finally get in and order enough food to feed an army. After filling our bellies it was back to the dorms to finally crash and rest up for the Saturday night party ahead of us.

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