Anyway, I didn't really want to repeat that experience, and we also only had enough vodka for each person to have a couple gulps, so it was a pretty tame night. When we got to the dance, I met up with N (which is what I will now call the freshman from my earlier post, with whom I am now going out with). I was freakin' cold, because we came from the beach (some of my friends were stopped by cops, who ordered them to empty out their entire bottle of Grey Goose. They're lucky not to have been arrested. But we got scared, so we went to the beach to avoid the po-po) so N (who is hot both literally and figuratively) became my own personal heater. It was muchos sweet. We hooked up on the floor.
p.s. Thanksgiving tomorrow! I'm very excited to eat my vegan mango-marinated tofu. My tofu will be the envy of my ham/turkey-eating family.