It was one of the saddest days of my life when I was forced to put the 40 at 4:00 into retirement

I attend a small school in New Hampshire called Colby-Sawyer College. There is not much to do besides drink your ass off every weekend. To make the weekends more interesting I started a little event that I like to call "40oz's at 4:00," which took place every Friday at 4:00 in my dorm room.

The much anticipated Friday at 4:00 had arrived and my friends and I open up our 40oz's begun our night of drinking. Part of "40oz's at 4:00" is that when 6:00 rolls around, we walk down to the cafe and get something to eat and at that point most of us are pretty wasted. So the drunken dinner passes by and some of the guys go their separate way and some head back to my room to continue with the drinking.

My friend Robert and I decide that we are going to play quarters. My RA, being the piece of shit that he is, decides to call campus safety because he hears "Drinking games going on." There was a knock at the door and I yelled, "come in" because people were in and out all night. The door opens and it is my RA, RD, and a campus safety officer. To make this part of the story short, they took all of our names and alcohol and my RD let me know that I was going to be in some “serious trouble” for my actions.

After that whole incident, I was extremely pissed off and just wanted to get even drunker. So some friends and I decided to go to a couple of parties where I took a liking to a bottle of vodka. I eventually met up with my girlfriend at one of the parties and she noticed that I was incredibly wasted and felt that we should call it a night. I agreed, seeing as how I couldn’t see straight and everything.

While walking out of the dorm with my girlfriend, my RD just happened to be in this other dorm. He calls me over and ask "have you been drinking tonight?" and I replied with "Yes, but I am heading to bed now.” He tells me some BS that for my safety that he has to call campus safety. Campus Safety arrives and they decide to give me a breathalyzer. I blow a .275.

So at this point I am obviously very drunk. Campus safety tells me that I can go to a program where they will monitor me throughout the night or go and deal with the authorities. My drunken mind told me that I should go with the authorities because I had already gotten into trouble with the school earlier on in the night. The authorities bring me to the police station and do the whole mug shot and jail cell deal to me.

Meanwhile back at the school my girlfriend starts a fund to get me out of jail. Ultimately, she was unsuccessful. Eventually one of my friends comes with the $20 to bail me out. The aftermath of this story is that I got in trouble with my school and the state of New Hampshire. It cost me hundreds of dollars and took up a lot of time going to AA meetings. Shortly after this incident I announced that "40oz's a 4:00" would be placed into retirement.

People still beg me to bring it back. To top the weekend off I went to movies the next night to stay out of trouble and I got a speeding ticket on the way there!