So yes, I was thrown into Westcott last night. Actually it was this morning. I didn’t go without a fight though. I got my foot caught in Kyle’s shirt pocket and ripped his shirt off his body. We’re still finding the buttons in our room.
I’m telling you, I could have taken them if Rob wasn’t there. He’s a BEAST. Kyle, Andy, and Bob I could have beaten up. Rob’s got too much upper body strength. He just rapped his arms around my waist and I’m done.
Kyle’s shirt wasn’t the only “wardrobe malfunction” of the evening. You see, I had gone to bed, so I was in sweat pants. So while struggling I almost lost my pants more than once.
So, I was driven from Salley to Westcott (sitting upside down in the back seat) and in the presence of about 12 of my friends I was thrown in the fountain. And then for fun they threw in Carrie. She was less than pleased. It was actually pretty cold with the wind and all.
So I know what to do if Team Win tries this next year. I could have taken Andy’s keys and locked myself into my bedroom. This still applies for next year since the bedroom is separate from the rest of the room in McCollum too. Or I could have gone to bed naked. In retrospect I wish I had done this, although it would have meant that about half a dozen girls would have gotten to know me in a way which none of them ever wanted to.
All in all it wasn’t a bad experience. Not that I want to do it again.
