The Rodman Blog!

As long as we're taking a trip down memory lane of the past semester, I might as well recount that this is the semester I started, uh, drinking like a real college student. Now, it's not like my personality changed or anything. My first two years weren't, like, incubation for the college student alcoholic in me. Rather, I've always been too much of a wimp to get a fake ID, so turnin' 21 meant I didn't have to rely on Jared for my alcohol anymore. It's very liberating, huh?

But to go along with my story, the past weekend has been a true culmination of my, uh, alchohol consumption. I'm a bit hungover now, so that helps. So my story starts on ... well, Thursday. I'm out of money, because of annoying overdraft fees, so -- oh, no, I saw Bill Nye on Thursday! That was pretty awesome. The organizers of his speech gave him a Carolina bow tie, and a girl who came up to ask questions asked him to go out and drink with her. THAT was awesome. So afterwards, despite the fact that I was out of money, Kareen treated me to a few beers. That's it for that. Nothing exciting.

But Friday, I went with Stan and Jenn Ling to the Chi Psi moat party. They have that nice big house down Cameron, and they erect a swimming pool right in front of it at the end of the year. I went in the afternoon, before it becomes pretty much unswimmable. And I went in in Eric (he's our friend in Chi Psi)'s pants. Wow, that sounds wrong. But I borrowed a pair of his shorts, since I didn't bring a bathing suit. There was alchohol a'flowin'! I mean, there were hoses coming out of the second floor that were fool of pj (I still don't know what that stands for) that you could just siphon off. And I probably drank too much pool water too, which was quickly becoming full of alcohol as well. Bad idea. After that, around 6, I went to Duke to eat with Connie, and the moment I got off the bus, I threw up all over the ground. Yeah, Connie wasn't happy about that ...

... But she didn't stay unhappy too long, since that evening, she and Diana proved that they each could down an entire bottle of wine. Wow. And I have the signed bottle for proof! Connie was insisting that she could walk back from Yeats straight, so I let go of her and, uh, well, she pretty much walked into the road. Aren't I a good boyfriend?!

And last night, Saturday night, we had the DTH banquet, which is basically a kiss off and goodbye for all the seniors. But all the editors get to make speeches, so I had the opportunity to as well. Oh, first of all, the food was really good, and there was unlimited free beer. Bad combination. It was at the American Legion, which is kind of scary, since, I mean, they have a CANNON in their front yard. But back to the speech. I went near the beginning, with Emily, but everyone was making teary speeches about how much they loved the DTH, bla bla bla. Yeah, not me. I'm still a bit sore about not getting picked for Features editor, so my speech was:

"Hi. My name's Adam. Y'all might not know me, but I'm the guy who won the superlative for "legally insane". And after three years at the DTH, that's all I have to show for it. So thanks!"

I really did win that superlative. Yay... Some of those speeches were really, really long, with lots of drunk weeping and anger. Yay again. My favorite things. But I guess Joe must of known I was sore or something, because as I was leaving (after four and a half hours, and me and Emily left early!) he gave me a hug and said, "I know you think we think you're an oddball, but you're part of the family." Which was really nice, actually, and did make me feel better. Of course, we were both drunk.

And not much more to tell than that. I got back to the dorm and bothered Fahmida and Marium who were "studying" Arabic. We ended up, uh, dancing (Marium showed me how to properly shake my butt and do a belly dance) and playing card games. And Marium's a dirty cheater.

And yeah, that's it for my weekend. I went on for a while, huh?