My pregame is my game.

As a sophomore in college Marlo & I would line up the shots on our dorm room dresser before thinking of going to a frat house. I am positive frat houses made us drink more prior to arrival due to guys puking in the corner on carpets, slutty girls, and shitty beer.

We used to pregame as hard if not harder than our game. Now, my pregame is my game. If I drink one night it seems the taste, smell and looks of alcohol are off limits for at least a week. I am not sure if I drink more, drink everything or just can’t handle my fun like I used to.

October 10th is homecoming & the four of us will be going big or going home. We thought about a hotel room but it would take the adventure and ambition from the weekend. We will be officially bringing it back & I’ll probably hate myself for thinking I could still party with the basketball house & ruggers.