Southern Belles and Drug Cartels

Syllabus week, a week filled with pointless assignments and alcohol everywhere on Greek row. Sadly it was only three days, but my liver thanks whoever decided that. A group of girls in my house and I decided to go to Beta's Southern Belles and Drug Carters, just because it rhymes doesn't mean it works. Anyways, we took the Southern Belles part as a classy motherfucker. We dressed fancy and dang we looked fantastic. We got to Beta, after pregaming, and I was having the time of my life. Well I was the only drunk one but hey, it worked. I was socializing and drinking and dancing, in high wedges may I add, and it was fun! Well later I was like I'm going to talk to this kid who's handing out free beer, we easily became friends, so I thought, I guess I pretty much only said hi, oh well, we made it and it was fun. Then he told me I was a good kisser, so hey, look at me and my awesomeness at kissing. Well needless to say I let that get to my head and made out with apparently seven guys. I had fun and met some nice fellas. It worked. Horrible hangover the next day, but hey, it was a good time.