dance party, anybody?
I've been going through pictures of College Town tonight. I didn't even go to college there and I still miss... beer pong, dance parties, walking up the fucking hills late-night strolls with friends (and stopping half-way at completely random people's houses to use their facilities on the way to our destination to either A) pee at some random person's house from the obscene amounts of beer we consumed before we departed or B) sled with the random people who let us use their bathrooms... no, wait, we definitely did both), the bars, the shots, the beer, the picture-taking, d.a.n.c.e. p.a.r.t.i.e.s., meeting new people, meeting old people, making out with... well, anyone (apparently), dance parties, annoying Christina's extremely sheltered (never left her room) roommate by being incredibly loud when we came home shiiiiitfaced, sex on Christina's living room floor, sex on Christina's living room couch, dance parties, Christina & Short-haired Girl* plotting (and succeeding) at taking photos of me making out with cute boys... ahhhh.
...alright, so I think you realize that I miss the College Town dance parties.
Who can resist?! I mean... practically fornicating on the dance floor? Picture yourself grindin' away on some dude (or chick, for you male readers), it's hot, the music is loud, the bass is pounding, you're as close as it gets, and the girls (or guys) sitting at the tables watching you have their jaw dropped so wide it's practically touching the ground and her (his) tongue is rolling out of it and being stepped on by fellow dancers? Oh yes. That kind of dancing. Dirty dancing, if you will.
It was Halloween. Started out at Christina's house, about... 15(?) people all costumed-up. Christina, being the naughty cowgirl she is, and myself, being, well, we weren't really sure what I was-- I had on sweats, a jersey-shirt, a pair of Christina's tennis-shoes and black lines under my eyes-- I was considering myself a powder-puff girl (we had quickly put my costume together short hours before, seeing as how I decided on a whim that I was going to College Town that weekend). Let's just say that we supplied alcohol. People brought alcohol. We shared atrocious amounts of alcohol. We all left her place h-a-m-m-e-r-e-d. I think we walked to 'Baile', the most amazing underground bar with a dance floor.
Shots were-a-flowin' in our system and before you knew it, our entire group was out there starting the dance party out. I happened to be dancing with Muscle Man (I'm sure you'll hear more about this charmer later), and, like usual, everyone was hot-n-heavy. Well, I'm not sure about everyone, but we certainly were. Hands were wondering, I'm sure some words were exchanged ("where are you staying tonight?" "your place?" "no doubt" was pretty usual with us)-- I ended up at Muscle Man's apartment that night, after what seemed like hours of foreplay on the dancefloor. Let your imagination run wild.
That being said, I miss College Town dance parties. That's all.
*name is subject to change
exes and oh!s,
Court
...alright, so I think you realize that I miss the College Town dance parties.
Who can resist?! I mean... practically fornicating on the dance floor? Picture yourself grindin' away on some dude (or chick, for you male readers), it's hot, the music is loud, the bass is pounding, you're as close as it gets, and the girls (or guys) sitting at the tables watching you have their jaw dropped so wide it's practically touching the ground and her (his) tongue is rolling out of it and being stepped on by fellow dancers? Oh yes. That kind of dancing. Dirty dancing, if you will.
It was Halloween. Started out at Christina's house, about... 15(?) people all costumed-up. Christina, being the naughty cowgirl she is, and myself, being, well, we weren't really sure what I was-- I had on sweats, a jersey-shirt, a pair of Christina's tennis-shoes and black lines under my eyes-- I was considering myself a powder-puff girl (we had quickly put my costume together short hours before, seeing as how I decided on a whim that I was going to College Town that weekend). Let's just say that we supplied alcohol. People brought alcohol. We shared atrocious amounts of alcohol. We all left her place h-a-m-m-e-r-e-d. I think we walked to 'Baile', the most amazing underground bar with a dance floor.
Shots were-a-flowin' in our system and before you knew it, our entire group was out there starting the dance party out. I happened to be dancing with Muscle Man (I'm sure you'll hear more about this charmer later), and, like usual, everyone was hot-n-heavy. Well, I'm not sure about everyone, but we certainly were. Hands were wondering, I'm sure some words were exchanged ("where are you staying tonight?" "your place?" "no doubt" was pretty usual with us)-- I ended up at Muscle Man's apartment that night, after what seemed like hours of foreplay on the dancefloor. Let your imagination run wild.
That being said, I miss College Town dance parties. That's all.
*name is subject to change
exes and oh!s,
Court
Ah, the good old days. I was only single my freshman year but it was lots of fun.
I need to go back to college, pronto.
Ooh, that is one thing about college that I will miss... I can't wait to graduate this semester, but drunken dance parties at fraternities will never get old. :)
God I miss college.
I agreee-- That's probably what I miss most about college. Just being able to go out any night and dance with strangers. So. much. fun.
Hahaha, the way you described those dance parties is the way my high school was too! I mean, I'm in college now, and I have to say that my high school dances were way raunchier than any college party I've been to! Good times! Hahaha.
sounds like fun to me
Courtney, to answer your question..I applied to go to Rome through my University :)
God I wish I could have a do-over on college ... I need some stories like that.
If I could, I would totally go back to college tomorrow.
-R
College was the single greatest time of my life. Being "old" sucks. Now when I get drunk on a Wednesday I'm an "alcholic," while it college I was "normal." Stupid changing standards
Reading this post really made me miss being in college!