ber this night very vividly up to a certain point. So I will try to keep all the good detail in this paper. Ring, ring. I answer the phone at 5:30 p.m. thinking who could be calling me. I have no plans for tonight so this is weird. The person on the other end is a girl I know from class named Tiffany. She says that she is having a party at her place before the game and that everyone is going to Melanie’s after the game to keep drinking. I wasn’t going to go, but then Tiffany reminded me that Heather was going to be there and that she was horny and thought that I was hot. This convinced me to go out. I arrived at tiffany’s around 6:30 p. m. and we started off with shots of Malibu, I know I was a wimp, and Rumple Minze. This was a very bad idea. We continued this up until the game started at 8. I would say that there were about ten to twelve of us at Tiffany’s. Another guy, named Marc, and around ten girls. When we got to the game we were pretty drunk. We sat, we saw, we left when we were down by two touchdowns with around five minutes to go. With our pathetically potent offense this was not enough time for us to score more than fourteen points. We go to Melanie’s and start drinking Miller Genuine Draft. How I ever did that I have no idea, I hate that beer. So around 9:00 to 9:30 everyone else starts to show up. It is a night full of drinking and me having fun with Heather back in Melanie’s parent’s bedroom. Sorry that you have to hear all of this. But the entire night was an act of deviance. There we are around 2 a.m. and there is a knock on the door. And I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the cops, and we are stuck on the second floor of an apartment contest. I decide to act brave; I grab the cds that I brought to the party to listen too, and then proceed to jump out of the window. I would say that around nine or ten people followed me out the window at this point. ...
