The Carouser Report: Fear and Loathing on Main St.
The quintessential party is played out weekly for a host of onlookers who take pride in knowing the age-old traditions of college. Rarely seen are the nights when these characters, with their admiration for booze, go searching for an answer to life’s question at the bottom of a bottle. It was late afternoon. My associate and I were sitting on the patio of a local dive bar drinking rum and cracking peanuts, intermittently ordering wine spritzers to keep the buzz running strong. The bar seemed a safe distance from the burdens and monotony of education that plagues those who have neither left youth nor entered adulthood. Our journey began when two middle-aged women, who had been knocking back tequila shots with gusto, approached us. A conversation began, but was abruptly interrupted when one of them leaned over and asked if we knew where the party was. On a Tuesday night? I gave her the number to the local Party City. I felt it was time we kick it into fourth gear as we ordered another round. Within an hour, we were no longer adhering to social norms. I began spreading gibberish throughout the bar about two female undercover cops who […]
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