Oh, good, I don’t feel like the only old fogey. There are others who did not know what beer pong is. I googled it. Drinking games evolve, but still get you drunk. Our game was called quarters.
Ah, the days of being young and able to tolerate large amounts of alcohol and still be able to sleep and then get up for class.
But, then I thought “but it can’t be a beer bong, because how would Ten Out of Ten know it was a beer bong? Unless she brought it with her? And, if she did that, there’d be a picture.”
Beer pong sounds fun. Perhaps my posse and I will play it with our pepto bismol.
One of the nice things about being one of those older students working on a second career is that my program viewed me as “mature” while I was being evaluated for admission, and yet while I was doing post-bac I also became familiar with (and good at!) beer pong.
August 27, 2007 at 10:28 am
NO SHIT! I was in line at a local pizza place this weekend, and overheard this conversation:
Sunburnt Girl with Dreadlocks: Yeah man, just got off the river. Had to get another tubing session in before school stars on monday.
Hippie Friend: So what are you doing tonight.
Sunburnt Girl with Dreadlocks: Well I just moved into my apt over on 8th and 5th. There’s gonna be a block party tonight.
Hippie: Won’t it get busted?
Sunburnt Girl: Nah, I hear they NEVER bust block parties over there.
HAHAHA. Can’t wait till the cops bust her ass. Though sadly, this could have been ME less than 5 years ago.
August 28, 2007 at 8:23 am
What’s beer pong?
August 28, 2007 at 8:31 am
beer bong?
August 28, 2007 at 9:32 am
Oh, good, I don’t feel like the only old fogey. There are others who did not know what beer pong is. I googled it. Drinking games evolve, but still get you drunk. Our game was called quarters.
Ah, the days of being young and able to tolerate large amounts of alcohol and still be able to sleep and then get up for class.
August 28, 2007 at 11:40 am
I linked “beer pong” to what is really an unbelievably detailed article from wikipedia.
Scalpel, scalpel (shaking head)…you gotta stay a little hipper. How are you going to relate to the youngsters in the ER?
August 28, 2007 at 3:39 pm
I would have pwned you all at quarters. hehehe
August 28, 2007 at 6:43 pm
Well in that case we should definitely hang out at the next conference.
August 28, 2007 at 7:06 pm
Scalpel, I thought the same.
But, then I thought “but it can’t be a beer bong, because how would Ten Out of Ten know it was a beer bong? Unless she brought it with her? And, if she did that, there’d be a picture.”
Beer pong sounds fun. Perhaps my posse and I will play it with our pepto bismol.
August 28, 2007 at 7:57 pm
One of the nice things about being one of those older students working on a second career is that my program viewed me as “mature” while I was being evaluated for admission, and yet while I was doing post-bac I also became familiar with (and good at!) beer pong.
The college kids, they keep us young, right?
August 29, 2007 at 2:37 pm
I once worked at an ER where there were 4 colleges in a 10 mile radius, that was a nightmare on the weekends.