Friday
I think Mike and I learned about International Sake Day (which really is October 1) from the Sysco calendar that hung in Baloney's. Not sure why we decided it was Hot Sake Day, but I'm going to guess that it was because it's fun to say "hot sake!" in an urgent voice. I don't think either of us had ever had sake, but I got to try some that night ...somewhere. I think at Brooke's house.
Brooke was a sophomore who was friends with someone I was hanging out with that night. We all went to see my cousin's band, and at least a couple people managed to get a little to drink. Brooke might have had more than others, or might have just had a low tolerance -- I don't think I ever hung out with her again after that night -- but at any rate, she was silly drunk as she took us up to her apartment near the northeast corner of campus.
I was really annoyed by the situation -- being sober and dealing with obnoxious drunks is rarely fun. But I got to know Chris, one of my friends from the Faust class, better, and I met Eric for the first time. He'd later become my roommate when I moved out of the Stadium Dorm (spoiler!). Shannon was also a future roommate, though I had no inkling of that at the time.
It's funny seeing that I called Neesham at 3am to bitch about the evening. When outside of college is that acceptable behavior? (I knew she'd be awake, both because it was Friday night and because she was as much a night owl as I was.)
Saturday
Going to bed at 5am meant I got up at 4pm. I managed to miss the OSU-Northwestern game entirely. This always amazes people -- how I could sleep through a football game with 90,000 fans cheering in the stadium above and to my side. Well, think about it: Ohio Stadium was built in the 1920s, almost entirely out of concrete. To support all that weight, the walls are several feet thick. The only thing I could hear during a game was a whisper of the roar of the crowds and the very highest notes of the band during halftime.
I felt bad missing a game. My parents bought me tickets, and thanks to the priority given to freshmen, I had awesome seats -- three or four rows back, near the 50 yard line.
I imagine my parents' and Melissa's reaction of "what's wrong?" was due to my grogginess after waking up so late.
The frat party was weird. Dane was a senior in architecture who lived on my floor to save money -- he was hardly ever home anyway, spending most of his time in the studio. He bought me a bottle of Popov vodka -- cheap swill, but I wasn't much of a drinker so I didn't know, and I didn't have much cash anyway -- and I drank almost the entire bottle at the party, which was in the basement of the frat house and was vaguely caveman themed. At some point I realized I was done, and left without my friends, stumbling across campus and possibly puking on the way. I definitely puked when I got to the dorm, and when I woke up I couldn't find my wallet. Crap.
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