In college, my suitemates and I played in the basement music room of our residence hall. I played tiny plastic pink harmonica. We played Deee-Lite's "Groove Is In The Heart." Wild, huh?
However, the bass player did take off his shirt, scawl "I EAT MEAT" on his chest with red magic marker and tape stuffed animals onto his sweat pants (a la Flea in RHCP's "Higher Ground" video). Good times.
It was also on our "dry" campus that we "invented" and perfected the Purlple Haze. It's a "cocktail" of vodka and grape soda served in whatever cup/glass you happen to have on hand.
One of our suitemates had a giant plastic inflatable Smirnoff vodka bottle he kept in his room. To celebrate the bombing of Iraq (the first time), I chased my roommate through the halls and lobby of our dorm while yelling "SCUD Attack!!"
And then there was the time that my giant-vodka-bottle having suitemate called ahead to let us know he was coming back to the dorm and bringing his Uncle up to meet us. I promptly went into his room, found his Playboy collection in his closet, opened them all up to the centerfolds and placed them all over his room.
And we won't even discuss the weekend at his same Uncle's lakehouse. Oh man, I had the RNR lifestyle without the RNR ability.
