Sent To Try Us

Seattle

Last night was one of those nights where nothing went right. I ran into the two British guys I know and they asked if I'd like to join them at a frat party. They'd been to the college football game and had managed to get themselves invited to one. So of course I said yes and with images of kegs and Stifler's mom in our minds we went down the off licence to stock up on booze and got a taxi over there. Frat houses are big places and when we found the right one the guy who answered the door used the intercom to summon the right person. But he didn't come down, apparently he'd already passed out drunk. There didn't seem to be any kind of party going on so we decided to sack the whole thing off and head back to the hostel, bloody frat boys.

It was chucking it down with rain and the bus we got on didn't go near the hostel, just to the Space Needle. It did look pretty great lit up in the dark, the grim weather notwithstanding. Eventually we made it back and started on the hoard of booze we'd accumulated. An old bloke started speaking to us but I found it difficult to concentrate on what he was saying after the guys told me he was sleeping in their room and had woken them up the night before by wanking himself off very energetically, complete with groaning. After shaking off his attentions, I ended up getting very drunk again.