frat party

I hadn't been to a frat party since first semester freshman year. I stopped going because they are all the same & the alcohol is bad & I wasn't a fan of the people who were there or the meat market atmosphere of the place.

Friday and Saturday nights were like terrible flashbacks to that experience. There were parties at my house both friday & saturday nights. One of the housemates is taking off to do a BVS project in the Netherlands. He grew up & went to college nearby so all his high school & college friends poured into my home for a going away party. These friends are all whitehats - preppy frat boys with the obligatory thin, overtanned, skimpily dressed girlcreatures. I haven't seen many of their kind since leaving Tufts. I thought they turned into normal people upon leaving college. I thought wrong.

These were not fun parties where people chat & dance and get comfortably tipsy and act silly. They were parties based around an insipid drinking game (flip cup - it takes less skill than beer pong.) with everyone's sole objective seeming to be to get as drunk as possible on the worst beer imaginable (Natty Light, Miller High Life). Not entertaining-silly drunk, which I enjoy on occassion. Falling-down drunk. Unable-to-form-complete-words (sentences would be aiming too high) drunk. I-almost-stepped-in-curdled-vomit-in-the-bathroom-this-morning drunk.

It's ugly and gross and boring to watch. And it is my life.
I leave the country a month from yesterday.