“Pandora, are you really getting drunk with people ten years older than us?”
Why yes I am.
My name is Pandora and I like to party.
I also want to say that The Dol throws a killer soiree.
Awesome food.
Awesome beverages.
Awesome music.
Awesome people.
It was just a night full of awesomeness.
To those of you that missed it, you missed the party of the year. The champagne was magical. It some how convinced me to love Sean Kingston. The Dol has the best and most perfect party house ever. All I can say is that she and Baby Doc better watch our for Baby Dol in fifteen years. And, all I say to that is that Baby Dol better invite me. Also, shout out to Polly who taught me the proper way to take shots of Patron. You are the older sister that I never had.
Lick it, Slam it, Suck it.
As a full time college student, I go to quite a handful of parties and do quite a bit of socializing. Having now partied with two very different generations, I’ve come to some conclusions:
Party with people who have well paying jobs: get expensive booze.
Party with kids who live off Top Ramen: get 40s, Nattie, and cheap vodka.
There is no drama with successful and talented women who are confident in their own skin even if they are a bit intoxicated.
Tipsy, skinny, little b*tches with orange skin and white hair cause drama the moment they walk through the door.
If you smell puke walking into the door of a party in college, it's a sure sign that it's going to be a fun night. The only rank thing I expected to smell in The Dol's were her lovely beastly creatures. Anything else would have raised concerns.
Normally if I party with kids my age, the night ends with me passed out on the couch or chatting up a storm with a cute boy. Never are there random strangers discussing my lack of a sex life and need for birth control. (Polly, I’m holding you to that breast reduction surgery promise. “I Don’t Recall” is not the winning answer. I have witnesses)
Party with people my age, the night is still young at 2 am.
Party with people ten years older, find yourself alone sitting on the kitchen floor eating dip at 1 am for everyone has gone to bed.
The Dol catered fabulous hor devours with the help of her friends. I don't think I've ever even seen a bag of chips at a college party.
At college parties it’s considered normal if you don’t remember half of the night and find random people sleeping on your couches. I think with the older crowd, there's a certain age where blacking out is unacceptable.
Usually, I’m cleaning up red cups the next morning, not feathers of every color.
The older crowd happily recycles their bottles for the mere satisfaction of helping the earth. We, as poor college students, scrounge for cans and cash them in for, what else, more beer. Beer > Mother Earth.
I love my parties and my socializing, but please don’t stereotype me as a wild college student. Normally, I’m a girl who’s down to just chill at home with her roommates and some close friends. But, every once in a while, a girl just needs to get her drink on and if you need to find me, I’ll be the one carrying around the bottle of wine.
I just happen to love people. Hell, I go to parties sober and DD just so I can be around people and watch them make fools out of themselves.
I'm very good at convincing drunk boys to do things. However, I only use my powers for good. I make them put out their cigarettes and get me things for me like alcohol (unopened of course) and water. College has made me realize that it's nice being a cute girl. I'm not being cocky, I really know that I'm cute. That's how confident I am. Being cute means that you don't pay.
So, party like a rock star, whatever your age may be.
I truly aspire to be like Polly and her friends one day.
Also, I hope someone caught the Hot Rod reference at the beginning of the post.
I also hope that The Dol’s stepmom isn’t an avid Polly Poppins follower. I don’t need her worrying anymore then she already does about me.....
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