Best Weekend Ever

Back to New - 3lau Reboot
I'm way overdue with this post, but better late than never...
So it started off with me realizing that I had no classes Friday, so I thought I might just start early. Thursday night came along, and I just decided to hang out, do whatever, stay up too late to function well - I guess a normal college night for some. From what I remember, Thursday wasn't the most exciting night, but it was still enjoyable. Then Friday night comes along, and I had promised two of my buddies on my floor I'd go out with them that night. We didn't really have a plan, so I wasn't really expecting too much out of the night, but I went with it. And really, It's just funny how things work out with timing and whatnot. So we were walking down frat row, checking out if anything was going on. It was pretty quiet because it was the weekend before finals. So we're walking down the street, and I notice a frat building that I recognized from earlier that day - vroom quick flashback:
Earlier in the day I went on facebook and saw an old buddy of mine who used to play some good old DotA with me (for those who don't know what DotA is, either look up the song by Basshunter, OR think of a game similar to LoL. If you do the latter, immediately afterwards kill yourself because LoL is so bad in comparison to Wc3 DotA and you're missing out). So I actually found out he's in a frat on campus, and took a mental note of what the house looked like.
shheeoowww back to present.
I see the house, and I yell "Hey do you guys know *Insert the most generic name for a male here*?" and they say, "Do you actually know *generic name*?" And I yell back "Yeah I do!" and they yell back "What's your name?" and I yell back "It's Nate Landslot! Me and *generic name* went to high school together!" then they say "Yo he's right here." And then *generic name* steps off the damn porch and comes down and says hi, and invites me up. Of course at this point my friends were far ahead trying to find something going on. So we stay for a minute, and I try to learn some names of the frat dudes. I think one was Matt, Cam, and I KNOW one was Darkness. These guys were just chillin, so me and my friends just moved on. So this is where timing gets crazy - we were starting to walk back to our dorms when we were outside a different frat, and then some extremely sober chick opens the back door of said frat and starts talking on the phone. My buddy ran over and snagged the door before it shut, and boom, just like that, in those few passing seconds, we snuck into a frat. Word. Good shit, amirite?
So it gets weirder, but here's the setup.
I went in there, first timer to frats and all, thought it was pretty neat. Pretty much its a really sober dance party with very appropriate clothing for say, middle school dances. I mean, that's what frats are known for, right? No getting within a solo cups distance to another person when dancing - I vividly remember that rule. So what was weird though was the lights turned on. But whatever, I guess it helped, because some brown haired chick who looked vaguely familiar came up to me and asked for my number. She was saying she recognized me from track and field, and once she told me she was from Portsmouth I instantly thought - shit, I definitely met you the first week of school. I mean, we could have met at track and field, but we definitely met the first week of school then never saw each other ever again. Sadly though, even with a picture of us on her phone, my number in her contacts, and a friend request pending on facebook, I haven't heard from her since. Whatever though, maybe after next semester she'll realize she's missing out on a cool friend. Her loss. So that's basically when my night ended. Except for when I almost fell asleep on the ground when I got back to the dorm. Ask me about that in person if you want to know about it.

Now Saturday was pretty cool too.
Except for the ugly chick.
So instead of saying ugly chick, from the rest of this post down, wherever you see babe, just know that it really means ugly chick.
My buddies knew of a gathering going on that was meant for people who work at one of our dining halls. Somehow they knew the DJ or something weird, and they got an invite and extended one to me. That's a bro ass move right there. So we headed over, we were one of the first few people there, and we just hung out, got some games of ping pong in, and as we were talking while the music was blaring, some babe just tossed herself at one of my buddies. Of course, he was here with another girl, so his natural move is to be SUCH a bro, and push this babe right on to me. So this babe rubs my chest and says "Wana dance? *stumble*" and before I really could respond this girl was so close to me that no solo cup ever could fit in between us. I mean, she's a babe, so it's cool right? Meh, I felt like I got molested, but since I'm a dude that just means that a girl kissed you and you aren't too much of a bitch to deal with it. Because at one point this babe was trying to steal my love sausage, which I was saving for LATER! That's when I realized she was too 'beautiful' for me. I had to get out of this contract, so at one point I said to this babe something along the lines of "You're a little too 'beautiful' right now, aren't you?" and she says "Yeah but it's fine, you're a nice guy!"** And I says right back, "Yeah, I can't do this." And I walked away. To the bathroom. To pee.

** We didn't even say hello, how could she know a thing about who I am? I didn't even have time to say something funny... ***
*** Maybe she meant "It's fine, you're a 'nice guy' right now!" and I just didn't catch the drift... Oops!****
**** Naw, she was literally just fucking hammered.

Then after that we were looking for a different place to go, we wanted a frat. What ended up happening was my friends all got in a frat, and I went on the phone with my friend, you know, being the 'nice guy' that I am, I thought it would be nice to talk to my friend and keep her up to date with the night's happenings. I told her all about the 'nice guy' things that happened this weekend, and how 'beautiful' all the people were. Actually, I think I said a lot of 'beautiful' things to her, but in the end I remember the conversation being better than dancing more at a frat with tons of 'nice guys' and 'beautiful' girls.

In the end, what I really got from that was two tight friends. That's what really matters, making memories with people you don't know well to make them less like strangers and more like family. That's wutsup.