My advice to you is to start drinking heavily.

Not really, but there are bonus points for whoever can tell me what movie that is from. (What these points count towards, I have yet to decide.)

Once again, the only word I can think of to describe this weekend is interesting.

After I got off of work on Friday, my roommate, Elizabeth, and I decided to go out to eat with our friends Nathan and Kyle Karthauser. We went to El Torro and absolutely stuffed our faces. As is customary when the four of us are together, the topics of conversation were quite strange. For example, we discussed whether or not whipping boys were ever a real thing. Weird, I know.

After we had eaten way too much, we somehow managed to make it back to Elizabeth's and my apartment, and as usual, 7 other guys some how figured out that is where we all were and just showed up. I was trying to get ready to go out to a Beta party with Kyle Murphy, but it wasn't exactly easy with 9 drunken guys trying to help me pick out my clothes and telling me how to do my make up. It was actually quite entertaining.

Once I finally managed to get myself put together, Kyle, Logan, Logan's date, and I went to the party. The first person I saw when I walked in the door was my roommate from last year, Julianne. It was good to see her until she spilled a beer all over my feet. In an attempt to save the $150 shoes I borrowed from Elizabeth, I jumped up onto the counter. Unbeknownst to me, someone had just spilled a huge glass of Pepsi on the counter and neglected to clean it up. I had to pay for this act of carelessness by walking around looking like I had pee'd myself for the next two hours or so.

After about an hour, we got word that there was another party going on and went to check it out. Upon arrival, I was immediately hit up for a lighter, which I lent (let me stress the word lent) to my friend Barney with out hesitation. A little while later, we decided it was time to head over to the dance. We started to head for the door when Kyle realized that Barney still had the lighter. Barney, however, had already left.

Down a lighter, we headed to the dance. As always, there were cops (yes another cop story) checking people's bags at the door. Not remembering that I was carrying a bottle of Vodka in my purse, I started to walk through the door.

"Excuse me miss. I need to look in your purse."

"Uhhh," I stammered realizing the giant mistake I had made by not removing the bottle earlier. "Oh…my purse. Wow, I don't really want this. Sometimes I just forget I have it. Uhhh, Kyle, can I put this in the car," I mumbled as I abruptly turned and walked as fast as I could towards the car. I couldn't help busting out in a nervous giggle before we were out of ear shot of the police officers, so I'm sure they knew exactly what was going on. Thanks to my quick, drunken thinking the crisis was avoided.

The dance ended up being pretty stupid, but that's kind of what we expected. We stayed just long enough to get my lighter back from Barney and attempt to go outside and smoke the one cigarette Kyle had stuck in his ear. Unfortunately, Kyle stuck the wrong end in my mouth and I ended up lighting the filter, which ruined it. After that we decided to call it a night and head back to campus.

Around the same time, we realized that neither of had any of our things. One of Kyle's frat brothers had driven his car back to campus, which meant he also had his car keys, ID's and room key. My purse was also in the car with my car keys, ID's and room keys. Once we got back to Beta, we had to walk to Sandoz where Kyle's keys ended up. Then, we headed to my apartment.

On the way there, a car full of guys decided to slow down and yell at me.

"Damn girl!!"

"Hey baby girl, can I meet you?" (Honestly, what does that mean? Who asks if they can meet someone???)

For some reason, guys yelling at me from cars always make me really mad. As usual, I ignored them and said a long list of four letter words under my breath. Kyle, on the other hand, found the whole situation incredibly funny and decided to yell weird things back at them, which for some reason, only made me more mad.

Once we got to my apartment, we had to bang on the door until Elizabeth let us in. I went to my room to see if I had left my car keys on my desk, which of course I hadn't. On the way out of my room, I ran into a set of wire shelves, which somehow completely collapsed. There is currently a giant pile of books, purses, jewelry, etc in the middle of my floor.

By that time, I was way too frustrated to deal with anything. Kyle offered to help me put them back together, but I demanded that we move our cars to the parking garage so they wouldn't get towed in the morning and I would worry about the shelf when I wasn't so mad.

Yes, last night was interesting.