I rock at beer pong
I'm currently in part of supposedly "Real America", the gun-toting, teeth-missing, Bush-voting West Virginia. Tony and I made the 3-4hr drive out here, which was fine until the last hour when the fog and cold decended very quickly. I'm in Morgantown at Nick's place now, which is a room in the top floor of a student apartment complex for the University of West Virginia, this room has other rooms so it's like a little apartment for up to four people, all with their own bathrooms. It is like a college dorm but not. Of course, the same priciples apply.
Something must be wrong with me because I've drunk an unspecified number of beers since getting here. They aren't great, being beer, but I can tolerate them enough to have a few. We went out to a friends place about five minutes away and played beer pong, which is basically getting a ping pong ball and shooting it into a group of cups on the other side of the table. If you getit in, the opposing team has to drink that cup. The object of the game is to still have cups standing at the end. Me and Nick won convincingly in the first game, and I sunk my first two shots and three of my first four - which makes me awesome, apparently. The second game neither of us could hit the side of a barn. The white Russian with double the usual $30 vodka may have had something to do with that.
Last night was reasonably lame. There are no girls in town this early, so it was pretty much all guys. I missed the first 15 minutes of the BSG episode (which was insane but I'll rant about that later) but because nothing was happening I watched the rest of it. Me, Nick and one of his roomates watched some random George Clooney, Nicole Kidman, Balkan terrorists and a bomb in NYC - all the good stuff - and then went to a party downstairs and watched Team America til 3:30am. The girls show up today (including the other two roomates who arrived a few hours ago) so things may get more interesting and diverse than guys doing guys stuff. There's some party tonight and we may go clubbing.
Something must be wrong with me because I've drunk an unspecified number of beers since getting here. They aren't great, being beer, but I can tolerate them enough to have a few. We went out to a friends place about five minutes away and played beer pong, which is basically getting a ping pong ball and shooting it into a group of cups on the other side of the table. If you getit in, the opposing team has to drink that cup. The object of the game is to still have cups standing at the end. Me and Nick won convincingly in the first game, and I sunk my first two shots and three of my first four - which makes me awesome, apparently. The second game neither of us could hit the side of a barn. The white Russian with double the usual $30 vodka may have had something to do with that.
Last night was reasonably lame. There are no girls in town this early, so it was pretty much all guys. I missed the first 15 minutes of the BSG episode (which was insane but I'll rant about that later) but because nothing was happening I watched the rest of it. Me, Nick and one of his roomates watched some random George Clooney, Nicole Kidman, Balkan terrorists and a bomb in NYC - all the good stuff - and then went to a party downstairs and watched Team America til 3:30am. The girls show up today (including the other two roomates who arrived a few hours ago) so things may get more interesting and diverse than guys doing guys stuff. There's some party tonight and we may go clubbing.
posted by Nic White at
6:45 AM
