Halloween

Halloween is a time for kids to play and adults to try their best to keep track of them while handing out candy. So where does that leave me, the college student? Well, if I could remember I would tell you.
Halloween weekend has been noted as one of the craziest weekends for the student body of The University of Kansas. Friday night I simply got too drunk and smoked a spliff and just had to sleep. Saturday though, I was determined to make it eventful, and it didn't disappoint. The Night started the usual way: shots, beer pong, jokes, and joints. Then me and the boys headed downtown to meet up with some chicks and go to a party or two. The party we went to was hosted by the local whore. It was so lavish! There was a peacock, an elephant, a cat, and even some royalty. After this party slowed down we went to another across the street which wasn't much better. We decided we should go back to a friends house and enjoy the cool fall breeze on our faces while our bodies were submerged in the glory that is a hottub. Since we were all drunk, the only real way to get around was either by foot, or a late night mass transit called Safe Bus.
When the group got to the bus stop, we were surrounded by something like 150 other costumed constituants all waiting to get a ride.
People packed near, pushing each other in, making it work. I, luckily found a seat on the luggage holder while other were forced to cram in like sardines. One girl couldn't keep her head up, and it was a moment before people realized she was spewing all over the ground, and anyone near her. Eventually she was let of where she let out the rest of her guts into the grass.
When we got to our destination, we still had to walk another half mile or so in the cold, but the only one complaining about the elephant in the room was in fact, the elephant.
But the hot tub melted away all our problems.

-Blyce out

Fall Break

I hold high expectations for my Fall Break. Class is canceled for me tomorrow so I figure I should start the celebration tonight. There is a mexican place in Lawrence called Tres Mexicanos. If any of you are interested, you will be happy to note that Tres Mexicanos does not usually ID anybody. So feel free to stop by when you feel ready. On Tuesdays, 'Tres' has a dollar-night special which is for Beer, Shots, and Tacos. This should be a good start to the first break the semester. On Thursday, KU plays KSU and there happens to be a tail gate sponsored by Red Bull with 10 kegs, 2 DJs, and free Red Bull. From there on it will be a blur. Here's something which should be similar to what I will look like:





-Blyce Out

Party Stories Pt. III

So I havent uploaded anything in a little bit, so here's the latest.

Last Friday I went to a concert called 'Blackout' which is hosted by various local DJ's and they play dubstep, dance, hip-hop, and what have you. Well, I planned to get as drunk as possible for this show, so I went out and bought a bottle of Old Crow Whiskey. This is the night from my memory: Drinking shots at a fast pace, eating some cheese and crackers, blank, blank, blank, sitting on a curb waiting for a taxi, waking up the next morning. I wasn't even sure if I had went the next morning until I noticed the "x's" on my hands. Well after a few discussions with my friends I got some more information. While waiting in line, me and my friends cut about 100 people and walked right in, I lost my phone, grabbed a girls tits, got kicked out for being to drunk, got back in line and payed to get back in, danced (drunkenly), made out with a random girl, got kicked out again, and then went home and passed out.
In addition to this, I got on my facebook to try and find out what happened to me and found a message from a gay kid that's roommates with a girl I know who was at the show. The message reads

"Hey baby, I hope your memory of us last night wasn't a total blackout.
Love
-e"

At this point I felt sick. Somehow lacking a hangover that morning, I felt something coming up from my stomach. Well it turns out a friend of the gay kid got on his friends FB account and sent that message to just about every straight guy he knew, so that settled it for me. All in all, I had fun, but still wish I could remember it.

So now I want to ask you readers to tell any funny stories of drunken debauchery you might have in your brain and write it in my comments section. I will read them and the one I like the most I will sponsor their blog on my page for a while. I enjoy stories like this and I am sure you have a few somewhere.

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Party Stories Pt. II

Two nights ago my friends and I went to a party in the student ghetto to check out a few parties we had heard of.  The first one we went to stunk so we walked down the street to another one we knew about.  As we approach the drive way, about a dozen kids started briskly walking off saying a cop pulled over a few houses down, then they started running.  I failed to see a cop anywhere near which made it clear these kids were freshman. The group of everyone outside started chanting"freshman, freshman,freshman,freshman!"
Most of them left but one dumbass started talking shit on people and promptly had his ass kicked.  It was a fun friday

Party Stories

I'll start with a classic.
I was at a party with a couple of my friends.  It was a house that we had been to before that hosted a few keggers over the past semester.  Filled with music and people, drugs and drink, bitches and douche bags, this party truly had it all.  Even including an unconscious girl drooped on the couch.  To say that she was unconscious would be to give her respect, because this girl was passed-the-FUCK-out!  A few of my friends and I decided to start drawing on her face.  It wasn't until the mustache and penis were finished when her friends and protectors noticed my colleague tying her shoes together and shooed us off.  The party resumed as normal as possible for the next hour or so with "passed-out-girl" scarcely making signs of life besides breathing, until that glorious moment.  Amongst the crowd of drunken guests, "passed-out-girl" arises to stumbled about four steps.  She was now engulfed in the crowd.  It was at this moment when she pulled down her stockings and began peeing all over the carpet.  I was one of the first to notice and abruptly began to cheer, followed by others.  After she was done relieving herself in front of about 50 people, "passed-out-girl" stumbled back to the couch and took her seat again.  I went to her and made sure she knew I was talking to her.
"Hey.... HEY!" I said while waving my hand in her face.
"Whhhatthh?" she slobbered out.
"Do you know what you just did? In front of everyone? Do you???" I inquired.
"I dont care! I dont care! Leave me alone......." She said while slipping back into dream land.
I wish I would have videotaped this piece of party gold, but sadly I doubt the length of her urination and thought it would be too late by the time my phone camera was open.  Unfortunately, I was wrong.