What a better way to start the new semester than with a party marathon? It was seriously one party after another until the ultimate climax: The Koala party at Castle Blackout, in commemoration of our recent Channel 10 News Broadcast. I had to bum a lift off two fine ass senior staffers from here at CSUSM. Unfortunately, the only DD I could find to get back wasn’t showing up to the party till 2. We finally show up to the party, but I’ve gotta say, the SDSU Koala has a much more attractive staff than most others. Luckily, this house is decked out for partying- there’s a keg in the fridge and free-flowing Koala Juice. I didn’t want to be completely trashed when my ride got there, so for as long as I could hold out, I loitered about; watching Die Cup, making gay buddies, and watching drunk girls gyrate on a table. Unfortunately, I saw someone that looked like the uglier version of my ex; the resemblance mostly due to alcohol. So, feeling down, my friends gave me the best advice ever, “Just keep drinking.” Eventually my friends bail, and I’ve got about an hour to kill until my lift arrives. I spent it getting high as a bird with my new gay friend and his cousin, so in what felt like a matter of minutes, my knight in shining armor arrived- my Designated Driver! Now I was ready to get trashed; if you’re going to go, go out BIG. Now here’s where things get sticky, ‘cuz I don’t exactly remember everything that went down- always a sign of a good night. I was walking around, pursuing the surviving inhabitants of the party when this girl pulls me over saying how I’m better looking than the weirdo hitting on her. I smile. And the next thing I know, we’re making out (no idea who made the first move though). My DD wandered over and apparently he said something antagonizing because we roped him in to join us. In my drunken haze, I just plopped down on the floor and then she pushed me down! Next thing I know, I’m on the bottom with not only this girl on top of me but my DD as well. There are a lot of holes in this but I distinctly remember making out with her, then him, and back again. I guess the action between us got too hot for me though because I blacked out at that point. Apparently, my friend decided it was time to bail at that point and I had to be hoisted to the car. It’s a miracle we made it back in one piece though considering my ride was high as a kite himself. I wake the next morning after crashing at my friends and realize, “Fuck. I’ve got to volunteer today.” Considering I don’t remember a good portion of the night, and it was a Koala Party, I give this party a 4 out of 5 hot lesbians (extra points for the gay guy)!
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