The Red Punch

It was my 2nd day of college and my Sophomore roommate (who was also in a sorority) decided to take my to my first “basement party.” If you don’t know what a basement party is it’s basically a bunch of people drinking shit beer in a unfurnished basement full of smoke and loud music.

The party was at the house simply called 112 (also known as the frat Sig Pi) and I was 18 years old. The only time I had gotten “drunk” before that was at age 17 during Passover because I drank too much of the Maneshevitz wine :duh:

When I got there I was offered the choice of Schlitz beer or the red punch. Since I’d been drinking beer casually for many years I figured I’d give the red punch a try. When I tasted it I didn’t think it was very strong so I figured I should probably drink as much as I could. Right?

Later on in the evening, after at least 2 or 3 cups, I was standing in a daze holding onto one of the cement poles in the basement. A girl asked me if I was drunk and I responded as most drunks respond: no. She asked if I could let go of the pole and when I did I fell to the floor.

At that point my roommate and some of her friends carried me back to the door and abandoned me at the front door. I had to do my best impersonation of a sober person to get by the person on duty at the front desk but I must say my impersonation got a lot better a couple years into college.

When I got to my room I realized the drunk feeling wasn’t so much fun anymore. I was starting to feel sick and really dizzy. As a girl just barely out of the nest I called my mother at 1am to tell her I didn’t feel well. Immediately she asked me if I was drunk and I responded with “I don’t know…” She then told me to get some sleep and hung up.

I wish I could say I learned something from this and made slightly smarter choices throughout college but I can’t :dunno:

  1. Janet

    November 6, 2006 at 9:15 am

    It’s amazing that with some of the crap that goes down at frat parties that any of us made it out of college alive.

    Thanks for accepting my bid!:)

  2. Robin

    November 6, 2006 at 9:19 am

    Janet – No kidding! Oh you are more than welcome :thumbsup:

  3. Gary

    November 6, 2006 at 9:33 am

    I love this post. I think it is one of the best I have read anywhere in a while.

  4. Robin

    November 6, 2006 at 9:35 am

    Gary – :wow: I wasn’t expecting that…thanks! I’ve got so many like that it’s a bit scary.

  5. Krayzee Chickadee

    November 6, 2006 at 11:36 am

    My first real-bad drunk was (shhh, now don’t tell) screwdrivers. I couldn’t drink oj again for the very longest time. And this was my frosh year I think before classes even started. I didn’t know your cousin yet!

  6. Robin

    November 6, 2006 at 11:38 am

    I think we’re all a bit naive about drinking at first but I think a few of my experiences (all through college) could have been avoided if I used some commonsense. Don’t worry, my lips are zipped.

  7. Sarah

    November 6, 2006 at 12:06 pm

    No way! My first college house party was at Sig Pi as well… but ours was at a house simply known as “35.” Haha.

  8. Robin

    November 6, 2006 at 12:17 pm

    Sarah – That is weeeeeeird.

  9. Maureen

    November 6, 2006 at 2:50 pm

    I recently reconnected with my old college friend. She keeps bringing up parties that we went to, places where we went, people we knew, things we did… I only remember about 25% of them. Not sure if this is because I’m getting older, or because I was so insanely drunk throughout them all.

    Please, dear lord, let my kids make it through those years alive…

    I didn’t get any sense about drinking until I was well into my 20’s. It takes different amounts of time for everyone, I suppose.

  10. bloggochicago

    November 6, 2006 at 8:04 pm

    I started drinking pretty early and didn’t have the “normal” college experience because I was a returning student. I’ll tell you one thing, though–I certainly don’t miss that “drunk” feeling! :martini:

  11. Robin

    November 6, 2006 at 8:47 pm

    Barb – Me neither…I don’t know what I was thinking drinking like I did.

  12. Barb

    November 6, 2006 at 9:00 pm

    Robin, hon, you weren’t thinking! 😉

  13. Kentucky Girl

    November 7, 2006 at 3:32 am

    Ooh, the red punch will always getcha! Ouch!

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