Tuesdays-50 cents, sweet talkers & older guys

When I was in highschool I went out on Friday and Saturday nights, like everyone else my age. Now that I am in college I now have to also factor in Tuesdays, occasionally Wednesdays and definitely Thursdays. After the whole celebrity/NFL football player encounter, me and House decided that Tuesdays nights should be a regular thing, not to mention the fact that you could get shots for 50 cents (times are hard in college, its like one big recession) After the first month or so you practically blow through the majority of your money  on regular prices drinks-NEVER AGAIN

So this one Tuesday night we went to a nearby frat house where I met the infamous Mr. Hot Shot*, and was he ever, or at least he talked a whole lot of game to make you think so. When he was in the room, he always had a crowd of people around him. He was just one of those mysteriously sexy, confident people that attracted others to him. If this were a cheesy movie, you would probably hear someone say "Guys want to be him, and girls want to be with him". Maybe I'm giving him more credit than he  deserves. Anyways, I decided to go up to Mr. Hot Shot and introduce myself. Well let me tell you the things that I saw from across the room, were magnified when it was just the two of us talking. And boy was he a talker too, a sweet talker, I could tell he had been doing this for a while.

I know this would not be the end of him. 

Sidenote: Bottomline, freshman boys are good for one thing (and we all know what that is), or at least about 85% of them. The other 5% are the gems that are genuine caring gentlemen and the other 10% are gay, in which case make them your best friends. So after you fuck around with the dumbass freshman boys for a bit, I promise you this, you WILL move on o older boys. The older, more mature, boys who have graduated to men.

Stay tuned. Stay Classy.
EM

The Night of P.T.-Celebrities, Saints Players, & Shots,

Let me preface this story by saying that anything can happen in NOLA, and none of the information below has been fabricated for your entertainment purposes.

It was a Tuesday,  at the Boot, it was 50 cent night, my favorite. This kid from my spanish kid once said "Tuesday nights were invented for 50 cent night, not the other way around" haha. What a freshman. Anyways, so we were feeling alright, then.... in walks in....

Eric from the Real World. 

In the flesh, not even twelve inches from my face was this beautiful light skinned blue eyed man standing next to me at the bar. I die. Well, this was the first time I had encountered a celebrity, while intoxicated, so naturally I did what any respectable thoughtful person would do, I bought him three rounds of shots. (The generosity is just too much, and my wallet  is always the one that suffers, and usually my head the next morning). My naive self thought that this was going to be the height of my encounters with celebrities, especially at the Boot, HA! little did I know.

One night me and House* went to the Boot, for one of our late night, last stops to get a drink and maybe take part in some bumpin' and grindin'. Next thing I know my friend Sparkles* grabs me and we head into the "VIP" section of the bar. In this section I find, three maybe four NFL New Orleans Saints Players. They had their 300 lb bouncers pour us drinks and chat us up. Its not that I wasn't interested in chatting it up with a Saints player, I mean hello, they are Superbowl champions people, the truth is I was too far gone, so I went home, leaving House with P.T.

Around 5 am I want to say, House finally walks in to our room. There was about 3 hours unaccounted for, and I know what you're thinking, Did House scored with a Saints player? What do you think ?

Stay Tuned. Stay Classy.
EM

First week-Freshmeat, partyin', & Monday mornings

First week of college was by far my favorite (from what I can remember). I think me and my roommate went out every single night for over a week. I'm pretty sure I didn't go more than 24 hours without drinking. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to say stuff like that. But I speak the truth. Anyhow, life was good, it was better than good. 

We were living the dream...

It was the first time we were away from our parents, away from the horrible memories and bad fashion decisions that consumed our high school careers. A fresh start, with new sexier clothes our parents probably wouldn't approve of, an on-campus bar (yes, a bar on campus folks), and a room we could bring boys back to, without checking our parents schedules. I know it sounds like all that I care about is boys (notice the term boy, not men, hopefully this will change), and thats absolutely true. I'm still young, live a little.  

              For me, I got to leave the dreadful winters in the north, the public transportation rides to school, and all of the foolish decisions I made back in the day and come to the dirty south for some good ole fashion partyin' and schoolin'. 

Right off the bat, classes started, but it was exciting finding out who the hotties in your class were, it was practically all we me and the girls on my hall talked about. And who could blame us, I know I speak for most girls when I say that I was sick and balls tired of some of the jokers back home. It was time to find the fresh meat. Fortunately for me, I only had one hottie in all of my five classes, which I found out later was for the best. There were way too many stories about girls hooking up with people in their classes and it just being the most awkward thing ever Monday morning. If there is one thing I would like to avoid its Monday morning awkwardness-two words, no fun.  The only person I even remotely considered was Muscles*. Oh those muscles I barely knew him, and our conversations mostly revolved around discussing social activities and English homework, which was fine. I'm not sure I would be totally interested in him. I just liked looking at his muscles. 

Going out at night was even better than class, shocker I know. Everyone was so eager to meet people, and you know those boys were excited to see all of the girls all dolled up and ready to mingle. And boy did we, it was just fun going up to strangers, introducing yourself and then offering them a drink or vice versa. 

The first week was fun, fun, fun 'till my teacher started assigning homework. 

Stay tuned. Stay classy.

EM

First Entry

This Blog is about what really goes on in college. Plain and simple. Going to school in the dirty south can get a little crazy at times and I've decided that it's important to write the nights that I probably won't remember down the line. I'm sure, knowing me, that they will be not only memorable, absurd and drunk but probably most likely definitely embarassing in some way.
--->Now, if your younger than a college freshman, you can look at this as a guide of what to do or not to do, its up to you. Believe me, I'm not judging.
--->And if your older than a college freshman, I'm sure you can relate to the events described wholeheartedly, perhaps with a grin reflecting on similar experiences.


CAUTION: stories and accounts may get graphic. There will be many sexual-related stories, after all I am just like any other wholesome American horny college freshman with no parental supervision, its only natural.
*All names have been changed to protect the innocent or the douche-bags who don't want me ruining their reputation. :)


(Sidenote:Any similarities to persons in real life is totally a coincidence)