It's baaack. Flashback Friday!
See Kristi, told you I wouldn't let you down two weeks in a row.
I almost lost a follower there, it was a close call.
Without further ado, this week's Flashback Friday. I'm warning you, if you looked up the word freshmen in the dictionary, you'd probably see these pictures.
So there was this one time that Julie and I heard about a risky business themed frat party. And in true freshmen style, we went all out:
You can go ahead and say it, we look like little freshmen ________ (fill in the blank with your word of choice). Not my classiest of outfits.
We started the night with a photo shoot in the dorms:
We, then, showed up completely sober and very prompt at precisely 10pm.
Okay, we may have tried to be fashionably late. We'll say 10:15.
Problem is, fashionably late to anyone other than a freshman (or maybe anyone other than us not-so-smart freshmen) is 10:30 or 11.
So we showed up completely sober, to a house full of frat guys dressed in risky business attire.
What do we do?
Pour our selves some red cups full of alcohol and move our butts to the bathroom for more of this:
By the time we got out of the bathroom aka finished our rather large cups of alcohol other girls had finally started showing up.
Apparently, we missed the memo that most people don't dress according to theme when the theme includes nothing but a dress shirt.
What do you do when things don't go your way?
Just keep drinking, just keep drinking.