(Catchy title, I know. )
My roommate Tony sponsered a party (i.e. paid for the kegs) last night. Since he was in charge of things, he invited me to come along and I could drink for free. Of course I turned him down.
I don’t much like drinking. I am also asocial. Large groups of people scare the bahjeesus out of me.
But I’m also incredibly contrarian, so when my roommate Justin started saying that I’d made the right decision, and that those kind of parties were a drag and boring and certainly never any fun, I changed my mind and went.
I’ve been to “parties” before. I’ve drunk alcohol before. I had never been to a kegger before, though. Being socially inept, I wore a suit. A nice one. (I also shaved, going against the vow I made in a previous thread. I’m such a hypocrite.)
Anyway, since I’ve taken enough of your time already, I’ll just give you a short list of things I learned last night:
Conclusion: I was so drunk I imagined the whole thing. That’s the only logical explanation.