Girls Gone Wild
As I type this there's a Girl's Gone Wild party directly across from my apartment. (I swear)
It's at the Esso Club, at Clemson University.
An hour ago the bar had about fifteen very sad guys who thought the ladies would never get there....I noticed several of them leaving in what looked like despair.
Now, it's packed completely full, and we're sitting out on the balcony waiting expectantly. We brought beads, because you always see guys throwing beads in the commercials.
There are several under-twenty-one-year-olds trying to hide flasks, or sneaking out to their cars to make mixed drinks.
No boobs yet....apparen
tly they're not drunk enough.
My apartment is full of sorority girls who clearly wish their sororities would allow them to join in the revelry.
In a few hours we're going to try to convince them that if they're not caught on video, it's okay to walk around topless.
Then we'll begin discretely using our camera phones.