"You Gotta Like It!"
This for some reason was a very popular phrase in 1986/1987 - Freshman year in college. I was a little sister at a frat house. The guys at this frat house were your typical frat boys with a dorky twist...fit me great...I didn't want to be a little sister anywhere where I would date brothers...too messy. I had the best Big Brother, Bob. He somehow got named Godzilla, which was later changed to BobZilla and then just shortened to Zilla. I was BabyZilla. I had a lot of fun hanging out there
when I was supposed to be going to class. Me being the goodie two shoes that I am did not get drunk for the first time until my Sophomore year. It was with Zilla. Rum and cola. I inhale soda, so adding rum to a huge cup made it very easy for the rum to hit....fast. We were at an intramural (sp?) football game. Zilla was a big guy and athletic...the other brothers...not so much. I was cheering him on and happily drinking my "cola".
He ended up carrying me back to the frat house, plopped me into his bed, and then he went to the main room to continue partying. These were great guys...so no stories of being taken advantage of, thank goodness! But he did crawl into bed with me at the end of the evening...drunk as a skunk. No biggie as we were never romantic. But then he started making this swallowing noise. It was gross and he was stinkin' drunk.I had sobered up, so I went home. I heard the next day that he yak'd all over the place.
I love that I can remember that story all these years. I love that I wasn't there for his display of the contents of his stomach. I love that we're still friends.
It's Wednesday, what do you love?