Hey there squirrels,
Finally all your hangovers have faded, you know whose room your roommate slept in, and you’ve realized that it was probably a good thing your date left once you passed through the door of the dining hall. Alas, you’ll have to wait another year to see your friends tied to the trees, bike racks, and lampposts of Branford (and the Vanderbilt courtyard, too.) You won’t have to wait quite as long for awkward meetings and drunken shenanigans. You may have to wait only until Wednesday night for a suitemate to return blackout drunk and poised to vomit on the floor of your room. Each squirrel had a different screw experience, and each night ended differently. Here are a few nights you may have had:
Sober Screw: You relied purely on the adrenaline of being on a blind date to summon the energy to dance the night away. No substance necessary for you to want to dance (and maybe screw.) While alcohol is a social lubricant, you certainly know how to make things glide on their own.
The “Too Cool to Screw (in Branford)” : Did not even know that Branford Screw existed. Went to Mustachio Bashio.
Screw as a Pregame: Went to screw with your date. Your date left you after 30 minutes. You gathered your liquid courage to recover from the blow to your self-esteem. You went to Toad’s and experienced your weekly Q-Pac hook up.
The Epic Failure Screw: Passed out in the bathroom on the way to screw.
The “Close but No Cigar” Screw: You landed a hot date from another college. The GQ’s new “punch that couldn’t kill you (plus)” helped you out as you started doin’ work on your screw date. You danced the night away, walked her back to her college, and, to your surprise, failed to score.
The Fairy Tale Screw: You united with your older crush from a distant entryway. The night was beautiful, and your hair was perfect. It seemed nothing could go wrong: you had your beauty and he had his charm. You left screw with only one shoe, and woke up in the morning with no memory of anything after meeting up with your date. Your shoe was returned to your room. Still searching for Prince Charming…
Well, squirrels, don’t forget to tell me about your epic eves (and those of your friends, too) at squirreltips@gmail.com
You know you love me, xoxo – Gossip Squirrel