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The Great American Challenge

Thursday night was the Great American Challenge at our house. For those of you who aren’t familiar with this ridiculous challenge, it consists of teams of 4-5 people consuming: a 30 rack of beer, a fifth of liquor, and an entire Costco pizza, and then attempting a puzzle after all of that is done. The first to finish wins, and vomiting will get you disqualified, leaving your team with one less person to assist in consuming everything.

There were glass bottles shattering in the driveway, cans being thrown out windows, and pizza being eaten off of the floor. Some wild dance moves came out as the night progressed rapidly, perhaps too quickly for some, as a couple of people began to lose their composure (and their dinner).  After every drop of alcohol, crumb of pizza, and all of the weed was gone, the puzzle solving began. This was the most slow-going part of the challenge, as the full and team members fumbled with the pieces. It was quite entertaining to watch, and it was a great kick-off to Cinco de Mayo (Drinko de Mayo?) weekend. See for yourself!

Check out Aaron and Travis’ dance moves!

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Deltopia

The celebration of “Deltopia” brought more chaos to our house this past Saturday. Formerly known as “Floatopia”, the event used to consist of residents and out-of-towners flocking to the beaches for a day filled with sunshine, drinking, and floating in the ocean. After 2009, my freshman year, it got shut down due to people falling off of the cliffs, people throwing beer bottles and giving others concussions, and the beaches getting trashed. Since then, “Deltopia”, a mini-version in the streets, has reigned.

Our house filled with more randoms during the day, getting dirtier by the minute. Nala and I spent the day walking up and down the street before sitting on our front lawn to people watch. We also managed to ice Travis….twice. For those who don’t know what “icing” is, it’s the drinking game made for bros where you trick a bro into finding a Smirnoff Ice. When he finds it, he’s required to chug it no matter the situation. It was hilarious.

That evening, a few more fights broke out. A random drunk guy wandered into our house, and when asked to leave, he grabbed an empty beer bottle and prepared to smash it over Travis’ head. Another party-goer that Travis had just met earlier that day rushed to his side and pulled out a knife. This of course sent the unwanted guest running down the stairs. Travis did his fair share of kicking people out that night, including the banishing of the lone creepy guy passing out nitrous canisters to everyone he could. A few minutes after he left, he sprinted back up the stairs, as if no one would see him coming back in. He was a strange sight.

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Young Wesley’s Birthday Rager

Friday night, our house saw possibly one of the biggest ragers to happen here this year. It was Young Wesley’s birthday party, and it was quite the celebration. Tons of people (some friends, but mostly friends of friends and randoms) showed up at the house ready to party. We got Wesley a bottle of cake flavored vodka and melted candles to the top, then lighted it while everyone sang him happy birthday. Wesley’s friend also got a DJ to play on our balcony, complete with lasers. The DJ (who was absolutely terrible) blew a fuse after the first half an hour he played, and then came storming into the garage telling us we didn’t know how to work our own circuit breaker.

The party raged on as people climbed onto our kitchen counters to dance. Randoms continued to flow in and the DJ continued to suck. His set up was so bad that people kept tripping over his cords and cutting the music every ten minutes. When the midnight rolled around and the DJ didn’t stop playing, Nala told him to shut it off so that we wouldn’t get another noise violation. He had agreed earlier to turn off the music on time, but once it actually came time to do so, he didn’t follow through. It took a little bit of angry convincing on Nala’s part to get him to quit, but then the crowd cheered for more. After a few minutes, the DJ turned it back on, and promptly got an earful from Nala. Finally, he stopped, but continued to act like a jerk on his way out, pushing and shoving us as he took his gear to the door.

A lack of music didn’t stop people from partying, but they did begin to get unruly. A couple of small fights broke out on the stairs as the rest of the party clamored to get a glimpse of it. Then another girl followed by a small posse, ran up the stairs claiming that she was called to someone to fight there. She yelled repeatedly that the other girl must be too scared to face her before Travis kicked her and the other angry drunks out.

Inevitably, our house was trashed after all of this. Every bathroom had broken glass on the counters. Red cups and little were strewn about, but that was nothing compared to the vomit on the windowsill of the upstairs bathroom. We even found hot pink lipstick marks all over the shower — as if some drunken girl decided it would be a good idea to kiss the definitely dirty shower walls. The next morning, I opened the door to the downstairs bathroom only to discover our flowers had been pulled out of their vase and thrown on the shower floor, along with gobs of hair gel all over. I heard later that people deliberately tried to destroy everything bathroom in our house, but I have no idea why.


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Attacked!

Jameson can now be happy — he’s finally done something crazy enough to make it into the blog. Congratulations are in order for his drunken, not even in Vegas, antics!

Last night Jameson was the last of a group of people to return to the house following a party. A 90s 40s party. Sounds confusing, I know. It wasn’t 90s and 40s themed, but rather 90s attire paired with 40 oz beers. Brianna, Renae, Aaron and I were sitting on the couch upstairs when he ran in, obviously worked up. He started spewing Snoop Dogg laced language and ranting about a girl who left him while they were talking at the party. He went on and on, every other word profane, derogatory, and sexist, all the while making side notes in his gangster accent that he wasn’t actually serious.

This was all funny enough, but it really got weird as he inched his way to stand closer to his good friend Brianna. It was then that Jameson grabbed Brianna’s face and planted his mouth square onto her unassuming and immovable one. He kissed her passionately and drunkenly for a good thirty seconds before turning around and walking downstairs, leaving Brianna shocked, shaken and bothered to say the least. When Jameson came back up the stairs, it was as if nothing had happened. Brianna left shortly after that to brush her teeth, and I went to bed laughing to myself.

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