Sister Sister, Drunk Drunk
Although most people would consider going to college with a sibling a curse, I considered it a blessing.
I am two minutes older than my sister, but she is known for being much more level-headed than me. She always tries her best to keep me out of trouble. We have always been secure in our roles in the relationship: I am the troublemaker and she is the problem solver. This was all very clear to me until she decided to change our roles at the most inopportune time.
There was an off campus party held deep, deep, in the Georgia woods. Most college parties that had alcohol were held in the woods so that the party goers can get as loud and drunk as they want without fear of being caught by college administration (95% of the student body was under 21, so alcohol is illegal on campus). By the time we got to the party, most of the beer in the 5 kegs was gone and the frat boys busted out some bottles of Jim Bean and Jack Daniels. By the time my sister and I were ready to go, we were sloppy drunk. We tracked through the woods with flashlights to find the road and catch a shuttle back to campus.
As we were coming up the path, 10-15 panicked students came running from the road toward us. One guy slowed down long enough to tell us that the party had been busted, (in other words the cops had arrived). I was way too drunk to be thinking properly, so I decided to disregard his warning and continue up the path. At the end of the path, there were a group of students mulling around. My sister and I joined the group just in time to be told to line up on the wall for a Breathalyzer test. The cops really were there! My sister and I joined the line at the end--there were about thirty people in front of us. The cops only had one Breathalyzer machine, so it was taking them a long time to work there way through the line. I was confident that by the time the cop got to the two of us, we would be sober. The cold morning air and being threatened with jail really has a way of sobering a person up. Seeing my friends getting handcuffed for failing the test also helped to sober me up!
My plan (to shut up and hopefully be looked over) was working pretty well until I heard my drunk-ass sister start talking to one of the cops. I nudged her to shut her up, but she refused to stop talking. She started making cracks about being concerned about how sanitized the Breathalyzer machine was. The cop got so pissed, that he decided to skip over the 15 or so people in front of us and go directly to my sister. Needless to say, she failed the test. The cop handcuffed her and led her to line up with the other "offenders." Then, the cop doing the tests turned to me. I could tell that he was not sure if both of us had made the comments and, even though I denied any involvement, he decided to Breathalyze me right then. Amazingly, I passed. As I joined the only other person who had passed the test thus far, all I could think of was how I was going to get my sister out of jail. I went to stand as close to her as the cops would allow, and cussed her out for being so stupid. We decided to wait until the cop had finished Breathalyzing the rest of the students, and then she would demand to take another test.
It took about an hour and a half before the cops slapped handcuffs on the last person in line. My sister demanded another test, and she passed. All together, 32 students were arrested, and 3 were let go.
-- Emory
