Day 12: Formie!

This evening was my last ever Delta Gamma formal. The last four years in this organization have completely changed me in the best ways. As cliche as it sounds, these girls have become more than my closest friends. They really are my sisters.

Snapshots:

My dreamy perfect date and me.

I wish I had more photos of the group, but I got sassy drunk realll quick and relied on everybody else to do the photo taking. The end of the night was a massive cry-fest. All the seniors held up the roof and stayed until the DJ packed up. Our last five-ten minutes at the venue were spent in a giant group hug bawling our eyes out. If that's not the perfect illustration of what happens when best friends realize their time together is coming to a close, I don't know what is.

Side note, check out that FREAKING gown. Glitter goddess. Hell yes.

DAY 12, YOU BROUGHT TEARS AND BEERS. WELL DONE.

Day 17: A Night at the Museum

DATE PARTY IS HERE!

So the awesome guy that I invited to formal turned around and invited me to his last date party of the year. He's wonderful. The theme of his date party is "Night at the Museum," so we can dress up as anything one might find in a museum! Tourists, mummies, dinosaurs, rocks, cowboys, cavemen, you name it.

Since we decided to go with a "power couple" theme, we selected the world's greatest power couple (besides Bey and Jay), Cleopatra and Marc Antony. They essentially ruled all of known Europe/North Africa at some point. Kick ass.

Heading to the grocery store in costume.

The event was too fun. It was held at a place called Henry's Hideout about 45 minutes from CS. The bus ride is a drunken, rowdy, song fest and upon arrival we get thrown in a giant back room with a DJ and all the liquor we could carry. Henry's always produces the greatest nights we'll never remember.

As an illustration of the wild, dirty fun that Henry's provides, here is a photo of my WHITE dress and CLOSE-TOE SHOED feet when the night was over.

Yummy.

The hangover was minor compared to the happiness the night brought.

Whiskey and World Domination. THAT'S HOW YOU DO DAY 17. 

Day 28: Collegiate Achievement

Today was a pleasant, calm one.

First on the calendar was an induction ceremony for my honor society, Pi Alpha Xi. As secretary, I just had to stand with the other officers and read a few passages to the newbies and their families. Oh, and more importantly, bring the meat and cheese trays.

Cupcake cake. What?

I rounded out the rest of the day by renting a kayak and paddling across Lake Bryan while eating PopRocks with a friend. We had some Class A Struggles getting it onto his car at the rental place, so on the way back we just stuffed it through the back window of his SUV. Oops.

Calm, cake, and kayaks. DAY 28 COMPLETE.

Day 30 ish : Dunks n' Stuff

Texas A&M has a beautiful tradition for students who have completed all the requirements necessary for attaining their precious Aggie ring.

We throw it into the bottom of a pitcher of beer and chug in front of all our family and friends, usually followed by acceptable public vomiting and more binge drinking.

And that's what I've been doing a little bit of this semester. Not the drinking, but the watching. I dunked my ring twice already. In whiskey teas. No way in HELL am I ever doing that again.

RING DUNKS AND DRUNKS. ALRIGHT DAYS ___-___(?) <-- too drunk, can't remember.

Chilifest Recap

I wouldn't do you wrong. I came to leave pictures.

Our roooowdy rowdy crowd. 

Nice new beer trash carpet.

Destroyed couches on day 2.

Escapees recovering at Chimy's.

What a glorious weekend. Now I'm just hungover and dirty and so totally definitely excited for classes. Dying.

Day 35 - World's Worst Hangover and Chilifest Round 2

I'm updating this morning from a foreign place. I didn't make it home from Chilifest last night, but at least I didn't sleep there like the other heathens.

A recap: it was nuts. People EVERYWHERE. It felt like game day tailgates as far as the eye could see but every single person was hammered and there wasn't enough food.  And nobody was worried about getting anywhere. I saw normally elegant, poised young ladies fall into piles of empty beer cans. Couches lined one side of our area and by 9:00 they were packed with passed out bodies.. I found a friend lying on one wearing a "CAPTAIN" soccer armband and I told him he either had to get up and party or forfeit his captain rights. So he forfeited and gave me the armband. I'm psyched. I'll give it back today, maybe. I sat atop the beeramid with a friend for about an hour shouting orders. We were the king and queen. It was majestic.

I have the worst hangover ever . The kind where you can't lay down because your stomach churns but you also don't really need to vomit. Yummy. Honestly all I want is some bacon and I can't even fathom returning to Snook within the next few hours.. Like.. What?

 As for photos, the last image I captured was the location of our car as we walked away. Plastered Kate and a loose iPhone don't mix well.

Day 35.. You're hurting me. Staaahhhp

Day 36 - Chilifest

Every year, the Bryan/College Station and surrounding community revs up for a giant event called CHILIFEST.
It's essentially a shit show. 
Allow me to elaborate: It's set up as a two-day country music festival with a chili cook-off on the side. What is becomes is two LONG days of college debauchery. Graduating seniors are in for one last rally, all the underclassmen just want a break from all the damn school work, and I don't know what the other guests are doing, honestly.
This year I'm attending with a wonderful group of gentlemen called Ol' AGS. Over the last year, these guys have become my absolute favorite men's organization on campus and some of my favorite friends. I'm sad I didn't get closer to them earlier.
Our theme this year is Willy Donka and the Chilifest Factory. (Ol' AGS are also called Ol' Donks & their mascot is a donkey. No relation to the democratic party. (This is the south, dammit!))

This is a 8500 beer pyramid for the 350 people in our group alone:

It's beautiful, right? I can't wait to dig in when I arrive later today. Just kidding. You know I only drink liquor.

I'm sitting in the office right now, but I'll be in beautiful Snook, TX for the madness around 5. If I make it back alive, I'll report on the activities. Expect pictures. Expect giggles.

THIS IS HOW YOU DO DAY 36. CHILIFEST FOREVERRRRRRRR

Day 37 - Balls Out for Formal

Today I went balls out for formal. I have my final Delta Gamma social event coming up on April 29th. Formal is an annual thing here, and some years have been great, some sucked, and some I didn't go (sucked). This year I decided to do it big.

1. Kickass Dress
I wanted a designer dress for this event, but didn't want to shell out the cash or closet space, so I employed the use of Rent the Runway, a service I've been hearing about for a while but never considered. You pay to rent designer dresses for a few days. It's genius for someone like me who has formal events but would never re-wear a ball gown ever again.
My choice:

Badgley Mischka Screen Siren Dress in Gold

I love that RTR sends you two sizes in case one doesn't fit. I am anxiously awaiting its arrival on April 28th! Damn, I'm going to look good.

2. Kickass Date
This one was tricky, honestly. I needed someone fool proof. Someone who would socialize on their own, wouldn't need babysitting, wouldn't make me uncomfy and hit on me, and would dance/drink the night away. Picked him, asked him, got him. His name is Riley and he's the bomb.

3. Ask Date in a Kickass Way
As this is my school event to ask a date to, I wanted to go balls out instead of the traditional text/drunken invite on Northgate/out-to-coffee thing. So I picked something Riley and I both love: Harry Potter. The concept was a box of sweets from Honeydukes with some puns thrown in for good measure. The result:




Badass, I know. It was way too much fun to make and Riley loved it! I asked him, then went to happy hour with my lady friends, and that's how you do day 37.

40 Days and 40 Nights

Taking a break from travel thoughts, I realized on Monday that I had only 40 days and 40 nights left of my college experience. THAT'S IT. WTF. I haven't done half the things I expected to do! (not true, but I can think of lots of things I still want to do before I go!)

So now I'm focusing REEEALLY hard for 40 days and nights to make the most of what I've got left.
Let's begin.

I'm COMING FOR YOU, College.