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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Jorj X Mckie who wrote (44466)	1/3/2000 7:55:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

You cad. When I was a sophomore in my very strict girls' college, I lived in a triple. We had curfews in our dorm and at midnight members of the Residence COuncil (the governing body for social offenses as opposed to academic) sat at a table, one on each floor, watching the girls check in, making sure all of us Westhampton Ladies were buttoned correctly and enunciating clearly. I got a phone call from one of my roomies - we had hall phones, no such thing as phones in our rooms--that she was downstairs and was afraid she couldn't get up the stairs as she was "drunk as sh*t" So my other roomie and I went down to the lobby and got on either side of her and carried her up the stairs as soon as a large group headed up. We hid behind people and got her to the room safely, but she decided she wanted, for some reason, still unclear to this day, to stand on her head -- in her evening gown-- between the beds. She said the room looked better that way. Cleaner. Until she threw up-- upside down. Just as Residence Council knocked on the door becuase they'd been a wee bit suspicious of a certain group of three shuffling oddly by them. Maybe throwing up did it, or fear, but the roomie managed somehow to right herself, hide the mess by sitting on it and pretend to be taking her shoes off while looking perfectly sober and making polite inquiries about the RC's evening. RC never knew. I was really glad that night that my bed was not next to hers, though.