The reality of the college party hits you pretty darn hard during freshman year. It could be that the parties I somehow ended up at just weren't the right parties, but here's the basic rundown of your average collegiate shindig. You show up with friends wearing new shirt, Cool Water and nervous smile. If you're lucky, there's a few Hornsby's left in the fridge. You meet girls.
Girls fall into two categories.
You suavely ask the sober girls what major they are while they desperately try to think of some way to nicely tell you to go to hell. You try to talk to the drunk girls, but over the next 45 minutes they just go on and on about how they really miss the extremely good-looking guy they just broke up with. Some tears are shed, sometimes by the girl, sometimes by you. You meet other guys. Later on, he will publicly mack on the bored girl who told you to screw off earlier.