The Nestrack

Skye has a half-written blog entry about our Third Eye Blind experience on the laptop in the living room that I expect him to finish shortly. I would write about it to, but as circumstances would have it, I was a bit inebriated and am slightly hazy on certain details. Details as in:

a) Why I saw a picture of Alander with his shirt off lying in a gutter.
b) Why my entire left side hurt when I woke up in the morning (probably a function of sleeping 12 people in a hotel room and falling down while running in the middle of the street)
c) How the hell I jumped 6'5 on Saturday after being, as Skye said, "One of the drunkest I've ever seen you. And that's saying something."
d) Most other things that happened during the night until I was reminded of them.
e) How in god's name 4 out of 5 members of team "I got really hammered on Thursday in Providence at the Third Eye Blind Concert" PR'ed at the meet on Saturday. I was the lone member to dissapoint.

So after hearing about the Nestrack Party on Facebook, I figured it would be a great opportunity for Round 2 of the weekend. Everyone had Friday night to recuperate and rest, and then be recharged for a trip to Amherst to show the rest of Nescac what we're made of.

Unfortunately, everyone else on the team is a pussy. Alander and his freshmen hoes backed out, Sam decided he was lame and didn't want to go, and slowly the numbers dwindled. Even Skye decided he'd rather get laid, (and let his new "girlfriend"'s prefrosh sleep in my bed) than have fun. Not even the question, 'What would Bloom do?' dissuade him from his obviously irrational refusal to attend. So we set out with a skeleton crew.

Crew: Myself, Shanley, Churry, Bons, Kathleen, and the immortal Daniel Sullivan himself.
Supplies: 12 Pack of Blue Moon, 12 Pack of Magic Hat, Bottle of Absolut Orange.
Plan: Invade Amherst. And find a place to sleep, preferably not on a floor.

So we get there and roll into the dorm where the party is. Yes, the dorm. In Amherst, they don't have houses. So in the basement of their dorms, they have a huge room where they hold parties. It's actually kind of cool, but I could see it getting old pretty quick. We quickly realize that between the six of us attending, we know a grand total of one person (Shanley's friend from high school). Luckily, we find her and she introduces us to other Amherst girls. This is where Shanley's story ends. He decided that he wanted Vodka. So he finds a red cup and fills it with vodka. And then drinks it. And then takes a few shots. 20 minutes later he was running around with his shirt off and screaming.

Now supported by Williams, Amherst, and Wesleyan runners, the party progressed as parties do. At one point, I'd say 3/4 of the people were naked ready to go streaking. I started talking to a very cute girl that I know was on my fantasy NESCAC squad. We talked for a while, but then a guy who I learned later she was kind of dating showed up, and so that went busto. But I hit it off with her suitemate, and we hit a couple frats (you can walk outside with beer there. It's sweet) and then went back to her place.

I woke up the next morning at like 8:30, we went to Dunkin Donuts and then progressed home where I won $50 from Dub playing 1 on 1 basketball.

-Arak