the word epic has taken on a whole new meaning

I don't even know where to start on this one, guys. This weekend was OUT OF CONTROL.

Friday night started at about 11PM when Tara, Lauren, and I went to Hawk 'n' Dove. The universe was giving us all sorts of signs to turn back while we still had the chance. The shuttle took forever. The metro took forever. It was pouring rain when we got of the metro. There was a line out the door and down the street to get in.

While we were in said line, two guys came out and started telling us that we didn't want to go in there because there were too many dudes, and we were like, actually, that sounds okay to us. So we finally get in and it is a mad house! None of us danced by ourselves for more than a couple minutes the whole night. We were just getting passed around from one guy to another. This sounds a little sketchy, but trust me on this one, it was SO FUN.

That is, until I was accosted by a CREEP from Iowa who asked me my name, where I was from, and then if I was a good kisser. At that point, I had a little meltdown and started waving my arms around like crazy trying to get Lauren and Tara's attention. So after I escaped that creeper I thought I was in the clear. But oh how wrong I was.

Even though the place was PACKED with people from out of town (here for CPAC/Powershift), somehow one of my ex-boyfriend's pledge brothers ends up grinding all up on me. So I already feel a little awkward and then not two minutes later I hear him say 'oh, shit'. Then I feel something in my hair and it turns out that HE HAS GOTTEN HIS GUM IN MY HAIR. So at that point I have a complete meltdown and I turn around and am like 'You have got to be kidding me.' So I start freaking out and we go downstairs and he got ice and we tried to freeze it off but after that failed we resorted to cutting it out. THAT'S RIGHT, TARA CUT MY HAIR RIGHT THERE IN HAWK 'N' DOVE. It was traumatic to say the least.

Since it was near the bottom it totally wasn't noticable and I actually wouldn't have minded much if I had even been remotely attracted to the kid. But sadly I was not and that good story of how we met went to waste.

The night ended on a pretty good note, though, because when we tried to get on the Centennial elevator (affectionately known as the Centenevator), the doors opened and there were two kids hooking up in it and we got a pretty good laugh.

The rest of my weekend wasn't particularly epic although I did go to MY FIRST FRAT PARTY. It was at GWU and I have no desire whatsoever to go to another one. Ever. Lame.

But all in all, I have to say that the gum in the hair story is almost as good as our story about that kid peeing on our floor.

Oh, how I love college.

<3tracy