The Morning After

A couple of weeks ago Arty Mecom came to hang out with Chris, and me of course, but mostly Chris. Saturday night the two of them sat out on the deck and drank beer after beer and told college stories from five at night until roughly three in the morning. They were like two little school girls giggling and laughing until the wee hours of the morning. And if you know Aj at all, you can just imagine the types of alcohol infused stories he has up his sleeve, this kid should probably be dead at least ten times over by now. Even though my friends and I have our share of great stories, I have to admit most just don't compare with the types of shenanigans guys, especially frat guys, were able to pull off in college. Most sororities just had a huge stick up their ass. I'm not saying I would have liked to have been able to punch holes in walls or throw a TV or two out the window like most frats, but a keg in the basement or a party on the sun deck might have been pretty fun every once in a while.

So even not having been a part of 99.9% of the crazy shit Aj and Chris were talking about I was still quite entertained listening to their tales of "cheeky fun." That night I went to bed and had the most detailed dream about waking up in my bunk at Theta, smelling the delicious Raspberry scones Cook Margey had just defrosted, and then walking into the kitchen only to find ol Fritzy the house mom parked in front of the morning pastries on a huge horse with two shot guns at her side. I can only assume this has something to do with the numerous times Fritz scolded me for breaking into the kitchen after hours and taking more than my fair share of bean dip and turkey. But anyway, Fritz told me to check the Theta mailbox. Inside the mailbox I found the coveted copy of the Underground newspaper, oh how I loved the underground! Which of my skanky friends made the edition this time? Which didn't? What clever things would be written about comedic campus drunks like Nick Vacanti and Alex Allemang? And I mean this in the best way of course. Just for the record, it was always my college dream to be asked to be a member of such a trashy, hate filled newspaper. I'm truly sad it never happened for me. But I digress. In my dream the paper wasn't hate filled at all, but instead it was short, hilarious stories from all sorts of students telling their favorite college memories. Obviously this was inspired by the hours of drunken reminiscing I'd witnessed from Chris and Aj before going to bed.

I woke up with a mission. As a tribute to college, as a thank you really, I decided it's going to be my duty to collect as many of those great college stories, that our alter blackout egos have been so gracious to let us retain, as I can find. So how do I do this? Well, for starters I know all of you have some pretty great stories, I'm thinking of a few right now. So tell them! I started a site, www.themorningafterbooksite.blogspot.com that explains everything a little more, click on the photo on the right to be directly taken to it. You can either email me your stories at themorningafterbook@gmail.com, or mail them to me at The Morning After 1181 SW Webster Ave Topeka, KS 66604. I'm starting a movement people. I'm not sure what that means, but if felt right saying it.

I know this might sound a bit random, but I'm really devoted about wanting to put together a collection of all the best drunk night tales of debauchery and utter sloppiness I can get my hands on. And I don't want your story to be left out. I've already began working on this and have had quite a few stories given to me, I've included a few on the website so go check them out to get a better idea for what I'm talking about. Everything submitted is completely anonymous and completely true. Now it's your turn. How much fun did you have in college?