Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Halloween Havoc (Fini)

Sunday...Early in the morning Brian got up early to wash homegirl's car I blew chunks on. By the time he got back, Todd's friends were heading out and Todd, Brian and I had a conversation about Brian's romantic interlude the night before.

Todd: Did you guys hook-up?
Brian: I mean...we made out
Todd: You didn't go all the way?
Brian: Dude...her snatch smelled AWFUL
Todd: I should've told you man...she's burned a couple guys back home
Brian and George: WHAT?
Todd: My fault man...glad you didn't do anything

We spent most of the day recovering until Sunday night when it was going down again. Now I had heard about what happens in Greenville on Halloween so I was siced about what I was about to experience. I wasn't going to drink because it was Sunday night and I did have class the next day, but I was going to get stupid. Now where in the room laughing, having fun-just getting ready for what's about to go down and I get the worst possible call from the worst possible person at that moment.

My mother apparently knew what happens in Greenville on Halloween or that motherly instinct kicked in. Whichever one it was, I did NOT want a lecture on acting like I had some sense. I got it though. My homeboy came down from Belk hall and was in the room with me and she says look:
"Them white boys can do shit and get away with it...but I keep telling you boy you in North Carolina, I grew up there...that ain't DC...you do what them white boys do and both of yall black asses are going to jail. Lil' George I'm telling you...if I gotta bail you out you gon' wanna stay in there." I found a way off the phone and we headed out.

Not before I made the worst last minute pirate costume ever. People in my dorm with their costumes inspired me, but I should've remembered that they were white and that had really planned this out. They didn't decide at 8:30 pm night-of that they were gonna wear a costume.

Greenville closes down the streets downtown during Halloween and it looks like Mardi Gras. People in the street...people hanging out of windows...it was CRAZY. We get down there and hear the chant of "SHOW YOUR JUGGS SHOW YOUR JUGGS." That's exactly what happened all night long. Breasts everywhere. I don't even think all these girls had drank but they were let us see the Tatas. Cops just letting it go. Some girls just walking up on you and kissing you. One girl just walked up on my homie and stroked him. It was crazy and it capped one of the most memorable weekends of my life.

If my mother only knew-she would've called me on Friday.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

Halloween Havoc (continued)

Saturday...Todd, white dude who lived across the hall, had some of his friends come down to visit from VA and asked me and my roommate what was going on. My roommate told us that one of his friends (who later died that school year in car accident...RIP) was having a big party at her house and that she would go get our drinks as long as we gave her the money. Cool.

So my roommate's friend had already gotten the drinks and we just reimbursed her when we got there. Todd's friends were cool and were just having a good time. One of Todd's friends, the young lady who's car we rode in, took quite an interest in my roommate. She was attractive too. He was very frustrated about his luck with the ladies so we were both quite happy for him this night.

It's all kinds of people there including Aycock Hall's official whore. I don't remember the girls name but she was open the gate of a runaway dog. There's music playing and she comes over to me drunk as hell and says "George c'mon I know you're the only other person here besides me with rhythm...let's dance." Under normal circumstances I would've really hurt her feelings, but I was on beer #4 of my six-pack and I was a lightweight. I was up for it.

I danced with this broad and then finished up my last two beers. This was by far my record for drinking. This was by far the drunkest I'd ever been. Probably the first time I was ever drunk...

Later I'm outside, because it was hot inside and Brian (my roommate) asks if I'm okay. I'm like yeah. Asks if I felt like I needed to throw-up and I'm like "No...I'm fine." It was time to go.

Now really, nobody should have left that house because none of us were in any condition to drive. Brian was the least drunkest so he got the nod. Brian takes the wheel and starts swerving, speeding and making sharp turns. All of a sudden...I DO have to throw up.

"Brian...I think I have to throw up"

Brian rolls the window down in the nick of time because as soon as the window went down the peaches and cream oatmeal I ate went out...right in front of two Greenville police officers and all on the side of this poor girl's car. Luckily, it was so many real crimes going on that night that 5.0 decided not to roll up on us and home girl was cool about her car.

We get back to the room and Brian is about to tap homegirl. I'm trying to sleep, but Brian pulls down the broad's panties and I could smell her snatch on the other side of the room. Smelled so bad I had to call this man out by his name "BRIAN" because the way that smelled...whatever she had might eaten through the rubber. Brian answered back with a very disappointed "I Know."

Check back later for Sunday's action...and me with no camera.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Great Moments in ECU History Pt 3: Halloween Havoc

So my freshman year of college I became acquainted with Greenville, NC's Halloween traditions: Drink, put on a costume, and drink some more. The year was 1999 and Halloween fell on a Sunday which gave the good Students of East Carolina University Friday and Saturday to practice their drunk walk before Halloween even got there. Now, I did not get drunk ALL three days. Here's how the events of the weekend unfolded for me.

Friday...I know I had Geography and French on that day, I just don't remember if I went. Probably didn't but that's beside the point. That night while searching for something to do other than the normal go to the club thing...some of the fellas on my hall said there was a kegger at Players Club (apartment complex now called Pirates Place).
Kegger-noun- College party where there will be beer served out of a keg.
Anyway, I was like "cool, my first keg party...should be fun." So the complex isn't too far off campus so we walk. So we're there and of course it's mostly my friends of European decent there so you know it's gon' get wild.
Me and this other black dude who were there were telling all the white girls we were on the basketball team and they were eating it up. They were drunk too...it was about to go down.
Then folks just started throwing trash and bottles on the Tennis court. The gentlemen hosting the event politely asked folks to stop doing it. People kept doing it. So this time they stood on the Tennis court and made a threat. Of course...there's always one who has to see if they're really gonna fight. So this Rhode scholar throws some more trash on the court.
Man...they whooped his ass from the Tennis Court to entrance of the apartment complex. A riot ensues and follows the fight. Now, I'd already been to Prince George's County public schools and to many go-gos so I knew to lay back when a riot breaks out. Next thing you know...you see them flashing lights.
Oh my how the tables have turned...RICH WHITE PEOPLE running from the cops. It was funny, but the damn thing messed up the vagina I was gon' get. Blown. Caught a ride with these broads that lived in our building back to campus.

Don't miss Saturday's tale of my first experience with testing my limit.