My boyfriend and I went out for a nice night out last weekend. We go for a nice dinner and easily finish 2 bottles of wine. We then head to the club for a little dancing. After a few dances and a few drinks we are ready to go home. We head back to his house where he has a pool. I strip down my clothes and jump into the water. Shortly after he does the same and dives right into the pool in excitement. We start going at it and all of a sudden his porch light comes on (one of those sensor ones)… His dad came outside to see who was in his pool. Yah, I won’t be going back to that house ever again.

As us Northeastern kids have the coop program (internships for 6 months) we have to manage going to work and partying like the average college kid at the same time. So on a Tuesday night me and my friends head out to the bar. We get pretty drunk and party pretty hard for a work night. I am not sure what time I passed out but I do wake up with a major headache and throw up all over my sheets. Not only am I hungover but I am late as hell to work. Now I did drink but I really didnt drink enough to get sick and for that matter throw up on my sheets. As I have never done that before as well. I begin, “Did I get rufied last night?” After of whole day of thinking about what could of possibly happened to me I get a phone call at about 4 PM. My roomate proceeds to tell me that him and my frat buddies pranked me…”WE PUT CLAM CHOWDER IN YOUR BED!”