It’s that time of year again, Georgetown Day! 4E asked a few of our non-Freshman bloggers about their worst best Georgetown Day moments.
*Note: All the names in these stories have been removed. There is no way to figure out who everyone is.*
Contributor #1: “On Georgetown Day last year I kept getting the phrase “hooked up” confused with “hung out” for some reason. So, when I wanted to tell all my friends about how I had just hung out with someone I, mistakenly, told them I had hooked up with him. Fortunately they knew this wasn’t true because they had been with me the entire time (yeah, not sure why I was explaining this to them if they were there, #drunk), so they tried to get me to stop saying that. I got annoyed and obviously assumed they weren’t listening to anything I was saying so I just started yelling “BUT I JUST HOOKED UP WITH (name redacted) !” repeatedly outside of Lau. This person also happens to be in a Frat on campus, and one of his brothers also just happened to walk by while I was screaming this and witnessed the entire thing. I’m sure if I could actually remember any of this then I’d be embarrassed. But yeah, this is my confession.”
Contributor #2: “Freshman year I had a Spanish oral at 11 a.m., so I decided to do a champagne brunch before then. However, this caused me to get super nervous, freak out before my final and go crazy in the ICC. Afterwards I was so scared I wasn’t drunk enough that I pregamed insanely hard and was #blackout by the time I got to the lawn. I remember very little from my time on the lawn. The only thing I do remember is screaming ‘Scotty doesn’t know’ at a super high volume before retreating to my 5 hour nap. Nothing was the same after that.”
Contributor #3: “Like any good Hoya on her first Georgetown day I woke up at 7:30 a.m., excited to start the day. I proceeded to take a couple of shots before trying to cook breakfast – needless to say my ‘fried’ eggs were so poorly cooked I’m surprised they didn’t give me salmonella. Then I went to a classic ‘toasts to toast’ Georgetown Day party, during which I proceeded to finish off a bottle of André by myself, before moving on to more shots. Despite my roommate’s best efforts to force a bagel down my throat and sober me up a bit, I blacked out around 10:30 a.m. I woke up on a couch, my head in a trashcan, with my roommate and the senior boys who lived there looking down at me. I spent the rest of the day in my bed, alternating between passing out and dry heaving. I missed all of the Georgetown day activities, and obviously all of my classes. Total rookie move. Don’t be like me – eat a good breakfast and pace yourself or pay the price!”
Don’t make the same mistakes as these Georgetown Day veterans. Good luck and be sure to document all of it on social media.
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