Adventures in Elon

Holly Calkins.

Destroyer of Sororities, Champagne, Tables, Chairs, Pillows, Parties, Cellular Phones, Kittens, Eyes.

Cunning Linguist.

I think I had fun at Holden's party last night, but I only remember 30 minutes of it due to the fact that I drank an entire bottle of Andre while waiting for the guests to arrive.

Then I apparently (I have no memory whatsoever of these things) raided the apartment next door for missing chicken, screamed at dumb bitches across the street, punched Gerry in the gut, challenged every person in the vicinity to fight, lost my shirt, yelled on the phone to Andy, blacked out, and puked on everything Holden owns AND my now non-functional cell phone. In fact I puked so hard I POPPED MY EYE. Blood spot on my eye the size of a dime.

That's right, bitches.
I partied until my EYES BLED.

Holden: "Yeah, there are certain roadblocks that keep you from being The Incredible Hulk... but when you drink... those just all float away..."