I think my friend Rich Slate described it best, "A legend wherever he goes: London, Belmont, Ithaca. Sam is your man if you want to party so hard you'll pee your pants. Apparently, that is a sign of a good time for him. Hates it. Loves it. Needs it. Wants it." According to that definition last night was EXCELLENT. I woke up in the morning and had definitely pissed my pants, fortunately, I was angled towards the wall and did not piss on my beautiful girlfriend who I love and hope does not break up with me.
Last night started with a case race against eight of the finest members of the Ithaca College field hockey team. Team Captains Matt "Lim" Young and Tina Capozzi, started things off at around 9:20. Within a few minutes Lim had already chugged four beers and was well on his way to the nine he would chug during the whole competition. Before the race was done five of eight 613ers had puked and suffered the five minute penalty. The competition ended in under 25 minutes, with our house chugging the 48 beers before the FH team.
Despite such large puking numbers the whole house rallied and immediately started doing keg stands, celebrating the fact that chris had puked and that another goal was crossed off our list.
The rest of the night was a bit hazy. There was a solid number of people. Everyone appeared to have a good time, and I had a hot pocket mini sub before eventually passing out in my bad and wetting myself for the first time this year.
Next weekend looks equally productive as we will probably got to chilis for chipotle burgers and come home and do edward forty hands. Come on over.
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