My Disillusioned Self

Omega — — and Sigma —- — Mixer

Omega — — had its first mixer ever with a local sorority from Pace University. It depresses me every time I go to a real school. The fact that the other schools are so nice makes me want to just switch out of my hell hole called Farmingdale State and go somewhere else. Unfortunately, I have too much time invested in my degree program and do not feel like wasting any more time in school just because some of my credits will not transfer. But, that is a topic for a future blog post.

To say the mixer was a great success would be blatant lie. Don’t get me wrong I enjoyed myself and also was extremely intoxicated by the end of the night which ended at 8:17AM. The problem is that there was supposed to be 7 sorority girls and 9 of my brothers. That alone, as far as I am concerned, makes it a sausage fest. To make it even worse when we arrived there were only 5 girls and people from other fraternities besides us! Sausage fest indeed!

I don’t know why I expected something different as when we plan things I can never get any of the brothers to fully commit to making it go smoothly and perfectly. The funny thing is that I can see the look in there faces with the question “Hey, why didn’t this go as planned?”. The problem is because YOU DIDN’T FOLLOW THE FUCKING PLAN or YOU NEED TO ACTUALLY MAKE A PLAN. I shouldn’t be to harsh as all the brothers did have a good time although none of us hooked up with any of the girls.

I think the best part of the night was picking on the poor passed out brothers on the couch who forgot to remove their shoes. For those of you don’t know it’s considered a party foul to pass out with you shoes on. When you commit this atrocious act it is the responsibility of everyone at the party to acquire a marker and draw all over you. The reason for taking your shoes off is that it signifies “Hey, I’m a little tired I’m going to crash here for a bit” and if you leave them on that signifies “Hey, I couldn’t handle my alcohol. Teach me a lesson”.

I hope the next mixer goes a whole lot better and has a little less sausage at it. Until the next blog post I’m going to take some time to recover from this throbbing hangover.