At the time I thought it would be a good idea to funnel some SoCo.

It was a typical winter night here at Western Connecticut State University, the date was October 2004.

Outside, a blizzard was taking place, we already had about a foot of snow, and it didn’t look as though it was going to let up any time soon. Everybody knew that there was going to be no school tomorrow. To me--being a 1st semester freshmen, living in a freshman dorm--meant only one thing: party time.

I walked down the 2nd floor lounge of Newbury Hall to my friend Ryan and Brians’s room. They are both from the same town in New York and know each other there whole lives. Another friend of ours named Tad met us there as well; Tad and I are from the same town and have know each other our whole lives as well. We pooled our beer and alcohol together and had a handle of Bacardi, a handle of Smirnoff Vodka, a bottle of Kahlua, and an 18-pack of Coors Light.

We put on the TV and started drinking. A couple of hours later and 10 beers, 5 White Russians, and 3 Rum and Cokes for myself later, everything was gone. Everyone in the room was trashed to the point where standing up was a problem, except for Little Ryan, because he “doesn’t like the taste of liquor”, and gets “full” after 2 beers.

We heard a knock on the door, we scrambled to clean all of the empties up, throwing stuff under the bed and contemplating whatever I should get written up, or jump out the second floor window.

I'll tell you that the window was looking like the better option until Big Brian opened the door to see our friend Bubblz standing there with a bottle of Southern Comfort.

He came in after getting out of work. (He worked in the school library where I once saw him sleeping in one of the closets instead of working. But that’s another story.)

We let him in and he saw how much we had drank and said “I need to catch up”. He started drinking the SoCo at a solid pace. We started cleaning up all of the empties from under the bed and in the closets when I pulled the funnel out from under the bed.

At the time I thought it would be a good idea to funnel some SoCo. All my friends thought it was a good idea too.

I took the funnel, (it wasn’t big, it held about 1.5 beers, or 18 ounces) and filled the whole tube with SoCo. Now that I think back it was probably about 8–10 ounces which is the same as 8–10 shots.

It went down smooth as my friend stared in awe, added comments like, “Holy Shit” and “You are a God”. I should have been feeling good at about that time, impressing my friends and all, but I didn’t feel good, in fact it was the sickest I felt in my life.

I ran down the hall and puked my brains out.

Now when I look back I realized that that puke saved me a trip to the hospital or even the morgue. \

We were out of liquor and decided to go up to one of the girl’s floors and hang out in Tad’s girlfriend’s room. We partied with them for another couple of hours, and we decided to run around in the halls, again this seemed like a good idea at the time.

Tad and I ended up on the 1st floor near the main entrance, and I decided it would be fun to have a snowball fight outside. I told Tad to go get everybody, and I went outside. I cleared the snow off a bench and waited for them to come. I awoke a couple of hours later still on the bench trying to figure out how the hell I ended up there.

I went back inside the dorm, still feeling tipsy, and ran into Big Brian in the hallway. He started yelling at me saying they all have been looking for me for the last hour or two.

I guess Tad had forgotten to tell them about the snowball fight. I went back to my room and when I walked in there were 6 kids in my room. I didn’t know what was going on. But I didn’t care, these kids in my room who I had never met before helped me climb up onto the top bunk. I was asleep before I even hit the bed.

I awoke the next morning to find all of the kids still there. (They were my roommates friends back from his hometown) I had the worst headache of my life, and it got worse when my roommate Steve told me that there was only a delay.

I looked at my clock saw it was 12:30, I had a history test in ½ hour. Worst of all I hadn’t studied because we were all sure school would be canceled.

But hey it’s West Conn.