2nd bad decision that year: entering my roommate in a baby oil wrestling contest.

My freshman year of college I made some less than stellar decisions. One of these involved abusing Johnnie Walker Blue Label by quickly downing a healthy dose in shot form. I simply didn’t know any better. My previous drinking experiences at the time were more for purpose than pleasure. More of a “drink as much as you can as fast as you can” philosophy for a few reasons: it is fun to be drunk, we were afraid of being caught by the RAs who made their hallway sweep a little after 9 pm and if we weren’t good and liquored up before heading downtown we were SOL unless someone used their homemade fake ID to buy drinks at the bar. Needless to say, I didn’t have a lot of experience with alcohol that didn’t come in a plastic bottle. We kept our alcohol on the floor behind the TV in my dorm room. We used those popsicles that come in plastic sleeves as ice cubes because nothing was ever refrigerated. Our occasional splurge was a bottle of Admiral Nelson, the lowly bastard cousin of the good Captain. My friend once lost her hamster in her dorm room, never to be found again, but we never misplaced a bottle of alcohol. I think there is probably a whole colony of hamster/rat half-breeds skittering around the duct work of our old dormitory.