Questionable Decisions In College

So, Yeah, Never Buy $12 Dollar Vodka From A Stranger In An Alley

Oh, don't mind my friends and I, we just bought a bottle of vodka for 12 dollars from a an midnight.


After I broke up with my boyfriend, it was like life just got a bit easier.

I was able to do what I wanted, when I wanted, and there wasn't anyone to answer to but myself. I loved it. I went out more, experienced life for what it was rather than sitting in my boring dorm and crying. Things were hard, yes, but life goes on. That was one big lesson I had to learn within the next few months on my own. one thing you should know about my friends and I are that we are probably the STUPIDEST people on the planet.

I mean c'mon, we're a bunch of nerdy, top 10 percent, auto admission dorks experiencing things we had never thought of experiencing before.

So yes, the answer is yes, we really did buy a bottle of vodka from a strange woman out of an alley...but hear me out...there's a good explanation for it.

It all started when, of course, I was sad over my breakup.

My friend, Dick, who we originally would go out with, wasn't in Austin. Dick was always the person to get us alcohol whenever we would go out. He has a fake, so it just makes sense that without him, there is no alcohol. Well, since he wasn't here, we just assumed that we weren't going to go out, but things soon changed, and thinking about it, I'm more than positive they weren't for the better.

My friend, we'll call him Cesar, who is a transfer student here at UT, had never been out to the infamous 6th street EVER since he got here. Cesar is brilliant. He's actually very funny, witty, and always knows what to say and when to say it. His honesty is refreshing, especially when you need it the most. Mallory and I did go to Highschool with Cesar. He graduated a year before us and started his education at the local community college, where he then transferred into UT Austin the same year we became first-year students.

Now, since Dick wasn't here, and it was a Friday night with no exams the next week, we knew we had to do something.

So we called Cesar and asked if he wanted to go out with us. There's an 18 plus club on 6th street called Cielo, where they play nothing but Latin hip hop; stuff like Bad Bunny, J Balvin, music like that. We had been before, but of course never with Cesar, and never EVER, sober. This was going to be our first time ever going sober, which I guess, was weird, and somewhat saddening. We explained to Cesar how we didn't have alcohol so we obviously couldn't drink, but he was determined to find something. Cesar at the time was 19, and us being 18, which is definitely not the legal age for drinking, and none of us had a fake, so buying it ourselves was a definite no. We improvised, we had to think on our feet, which led to the very many bad decisions about to happen.

Cesar had recently been added to a few very interesting group chats, which he then added us too. These group chats were 1. Very, VERY large (I'm talking 1200 plus people), and 2. Very illegal. If you needed anything, and I mean ANYTHING, this was the place to go. you had people selling different things from IDs to...well I'll just leave it at that. This was also the place to go when you wanted to know more about local parties happening. It was definitely a very interesting thing to be added too. This was Cesar's first and only option to get what he wanted. He originally wanted to get a "special" brownie, but he wasn't able to. His next option was to try and get alcohol. There wasn't anyone selling any that night, but then again the night was still very young.

Cesar eventually picked both Mallory and me up from our dorm and we headed to sixth street sober, mainly because we had no other choice, but that was soon to change. We made it to sixth, parked, and started walking. I had brought my camera along to take some cute pics, which we did, but then Cesar had gotten an odd message in one of the group chats. A young woman was selling an opened, drunken, bottle of vodka. She originally was selling it for 15 dollars, but that's not the point. Cesar immediately claimed the bottle, and we got in the car and decided to meet her in a very suspicious alley in west campus

The drive took us about 7 minutes, and in the span of 7 minutes we had come to the conclusion that we had probably made a big mistake, but did we care? Apparently not, because we still picked up the bottle. The only thing was...we only had 12 dollars together in cash. Cesar was the one that was driving while Mallory was in passenger and the one with the cash so she was the one that got out the car and made the exchange. We pulled up to the location and Cesar parked the car. Mallory got out, and the exchange took about 3 minutes max. She comes back excited because of 1. THERE"S ALCOHOL, and 2. she was able to pull through with only 12 bucks. The bottle was pretty big and pretty full. The only amount that seemed to had been taken out of it was that equivalent to a red solo cup. So we had a good amount to share. Boy oh boy, when I took the first drink I was shocked. I've had vodka before, but this was different. It tasted like orange juice, which was a good and bad thing. I took a couple of big drinks, then Cesar, then Mallory. We found ourselves, accidentally I may add, finishing the whole bottle between the three of us. We didn't think anything of it, that is until it started to hit.

It hit Cesar first, mainly because he drank the most, and then it hit me. Mallory didn't start to feel anything until we got inside the club.

After we got inside the club, things get a little hazy, so bear with me. We got in free because of ladies night (hehe), and Mallory and I just started having the time of our lives, we danced the night away! I remember this as clear as day. Mallory and I had just got to the dance floor when a very cute guy around our age caught her attention. She quickly turned to look at me, and uttered the words, "I want him. I want to dance with him." while also pointing in his direction. Me being as drunk as I was, is what justifies my very bold decisions about to happen. After Mallory showed me who she wanted, I made it my mission to make it happen. I grabbed her hand and began to dance while also moving in the direction of the guy.

I honestly didn't have to do much to bring them together because once I got her close enough, he did the rest of the work, wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her in.

After, we all just continued to dance for a good minute, until one of his friends had asked me to dance. Now, when Mallory noticed her guy, I had noticed one of his friends. He was wearing a cute washed out denim jacket and had the most adorable glasses. However, the one that had asked me wasn't him, but me being the bold drunk that I seem to be, simply looked the guy dead in the eye and said, "No I want him" while pointing at the friend with the glasses. As soon as I turned to look in his direction, we made eye contact and he waved me in. I walked over and I was his for the rest of the night. It was honestly one of the most memorable nights I've ever had at Cielo. We had so much fun, that we lost Cesar. All the clubs and bars on the sixth close at 2 am, so time went by quick. We walked out and Cesar appeared out of nowhere. Cesar was desperately trying to get us to leave, so after a few exchanges of snaps, and phone numbers (which we ended up never using), we finally followed Cesar away from Cielo.

Now, the only person moderately sober was...none of us.

We continued to walk to the car, but that was a very horrible decision. We ended up losing Cesar, which left Mallory and I waking around tirelessly on sixth for about 20 minutes trying to find him. Okay...If you haven't learned anything from the many mistakes made so far, here's something...Never...EVER...DRUNK DIAL anyone. In fact, if you know that you are going to be drunk, let someone know (who is sober) where you're going to be, and turn your phone off.

We made the questionable decision to call who I like to label as my "UT dad." His name is Daniel and he's an amazing overachiever.

We graduated from the same high school, which is why he took me under his wing when I accepted my admissions. He, of course, answered my call and Mallory and I were frantically explaining our night to him, and how we were in many ways scared. He assured us that everything was going to be okay and that he would help us find Cesar. After panicking on the phone for about 15 minutes, Cesar pops up out of the blue. AND WHEN I SAY HE APPEARED OUT OF NOWHERE, I MEAN IT! It was crazy how randomly he just happened to be there again.

We sat in a parking lot for a second trying to figure out what we were going to do.

We were all drunk, we had driven, and it was reaching 3 am. He explained to us how he had drunk called his friend earlier while he was looking for us, and that she may be able to come to get us. So he calls her and she agrees to come to our rescue! We walk back to the car acting a fool, goofing around, and having the time of our lives, even after all we had been through, we still were able to laugh. Now that I think of it, it was probably because we were all so drunk. We get to the car and Cesar's friend pulls up with her girlfriend and she gets in the driver seat and she begins to take us home. We begin the praise her as she drives, saying how much we love her, and how much we love her girlfriend for coming for us. In all honesty, they really did come through that night.

As we got closer to Cesar's apartment, the sicker I had begun to feel.

It was like with every breath I was taking was going into my body slow and the scent of the vodka would be what I would then exhale. I remember being hyped and then my mood instantly changed. I felt it coming...slowly then all at once. I grabbed the nearest thing I could, which happened to be a paper whole food bag and began to vomit it all up. I couldn't stop. It was like a big relief and horrible dream all in one. The pain in my stomach was drifting away but I started to feel disgusting. I knew at that moment it was probably not a good idea to drink a 12 dollar bottle. Mallory was sitting next to me holding my hair when all of a sudden...Yes...Yes, she did. SHE STARTED THROWING UP TOO. We were both throwing it all up together. Me because I'm the most lightweight person I know, and Mallory because of her sensitive stomach when it comes to seeing others throw up.

We parked and Cesar helped us out the car.

I remember continuously apologizing to him for the mess we made. He, of course, told us to not worry about it until tomorrow, for us to stay the night and then go home in the morning. Mallory worked in the morning and we didn't have her car, but we looked at each other and said fuck it. So we went up to his apartment, where I continued my actions in the bathroom, draped over the toilet. Cesar gave us some of his clothes, and Mallory and I crashed on his bed and slept until about 8:45 am since Mallory had to work at 10 am the next day.

We woke up OK, not too hungover.

Cesar lent us his car for the day to 1. He had no choice, and 2. I needed to clean the mess that decided to leak through the paper Whole Foods bag we decided to leave in the back of the car. I remember getting to my room the next morning around 9:15 am, dressed in Cesar's oversized t-shirt and shoes, and just sitting at my desk for about 5 minutes contemplating what had just happened within the past 12 hours. We started the night staying in, then we decided to go out, where we then made the horrible decision to buy a 12 dollar bottle of vodka, and the rest, the rest isn't worth repeating.

That isn't the only thing I had contemplated, however. I sat in awe of my life now. Not only was that such an insane memory, but it was a memory I made with a close friend in COLLEGE.

I had realized I was really out here, making decisions as such, and just living the life of a college student. It was so much fun, it was college! I loved everything about it from the horrible decisions, to the vomiting, the fact that I was blessed to go through it was so thrilling. I had realized how much of a blessing my life was, and how I should take advantage of my youth by creating memories like we had this night. Mallory and I talk about this night often, along with many other crazy memories, and in a way, being able to look back at it and say we actually did that, is so stupid awesome! There are many lessons to learn from my many horrible decisions that were made this night, but if you would ask me now if I regret any of them I would say no.

This experience was one of the beginning memories that started the entire album and believe me, I cannot wait to fill this album with more.

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Whether it's loving or fighting, you'll never find anyone who does it better than a girl who just straight up loves tequila, and here are a few reasons why that is.

1. She's independent

A girl who drinks tequila is probably the same girl who has absolutely no problem telling it like it is. She knows what she wants and goes after it.

2. She doesn't care what you or anyone else thinks

Oh, you have a problem with me taking shots and having a good time? Well, get over it! Bartender, a shot with salt and a lime please!

3. Always dancing

Tequila is an 'upper' so instead of sitting at the bar doing nothing, let's dance! Let's get moving!

4. There is never a dull moment

Speaking of dancing, a girl who drinks tequila is always down for a good time. Whether it's going on an adventure or seeing who can take the most shots, a tequila girl is always down to party.

5. While everyone else is starting to get sleepy, she has all the energy

Like I said, tequila is an 'upper' so while the other girls at the bar are starting to feel groggy and sad, she's all over the place having fun and partying on the dancefloor.

6. She's stronger than the girl crying over a vodka cranberry at the bar.

Sad over a breakup? Don't go for the vodka... Tequila will make you feel better in no time! Plus you can challenge the hot guys at the bar to a shot taking contest.

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8. She can hold her own when it comes to alcohol

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A Saturday In The Life Of A Freshman

Welcome to Darty Season


Have you ever had a more stereotypical freshman's Saturday than my friends Maddie, Lauren, Jocelyn, Meg, Barbara, and I? Keep reading to see a packed day in darty season from a freshman's point of view.

9:00 am

My alarm that I meant to set for the day before goes off. I begrudgingly roll over, and turn it off, falling back asleep.

10:00 am

I finally wake up, roll, or jump, out of my lofted bed, grab my laptop, and do a little studying for my exam on Monday -- there's no time for that later today, so I've gotta get some of it done then.

10:30 am

Shower. Pick an outfit. Brush teeth. Makeup. Pack a bag of extra clothes.

12:00 pm

I walked downstairs to the lobby to meet two of my friends who were gonna walk with me to Tutweiler Hall.

12:30 pm

My friends and I at the fundraising event

Elizabeth Gainey

We arrived at Tut, met our friends, then left to go to a philantropy event at Sig Tau sponsored by B+, an organization that assists the families of children diagnosed with cancer. Their burgers and fries were top notch.

2:30 pm

The Hackberrys, a band comprised of UA students, played the event. We left to go back to Tut after a few songs.

3:00 pm

We finally got back at Tut, changed clothes, listened to music, hung out.

3:45 pm

We *finally* left for Pike (sorry mom!). You know how long it takes five girls to get ready, so don't act so shocked.

4:10 pm

Myself, super escstatic about having to wait in a mob of people to get in

Elizabeth Gainey

Have you ever arrived to a frat when it's at capacity? Yeah, around 100 screaming girls were shoving to get into the darty. It was an experience like no other, but eventually, we made our way in. It may have been in groups of two, and we definitely lost a girl to the crowd (she's fine!), but we made it.

6:30 pm

After dancing on an elevated surface or two, walking in circles around their courtyard, watching an active climb into a basketball goal, and waiting in a way-too-long line for the restroom, we decided to go back to Tut.

6:45 pm

We definitely made a stop to grab a snack or two on our way back to Tut.

7:15 pm

After realizing that none of the parties at night were gonna start until around 10 pm, we decided to watch some random YouTube videos and Netflix to pass the time. There was also another stop for snacks at the infamous Julia's on the first floor of Tut.

9:30 pm

My third outfit change of the day. We decided to leave Tut for frat row for the third time that day, too. I wanna say my total steps for the day was around 17,000? It was a lot.

10:00 pm

Best view in the house (Myself on the left, Maddie on the right)

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We got to Sigma Pi as the party was just starting to build up. Their band room was filled within the hour, and they had a pretty good DJ. Although the active yelling at me and my friend to get off the stage was no fun.

11:00 pm

Have you ever faked out a frat boy with a soccer ball? Well, now I can say I have.

12:00 am

After someone pulled the fire alarm on Sigma Pi, we decided to walk back to Tut.

12:45 am

My two Ragecrest friends and I decided to take the bus back because, after the stretch to and from frat row three times, we had no more walking left in us.

1:00 am

Canes chicken tenders. Enough said. It's the way to end a night.

It was a very packed, but very fun and eventful day. We pretty much hit all the spring semester stereotypes: walking along and to frat row, going to a darty, going to a frat party, going to a philanthropy event, and more. As crazy as the day was, I highly recommend trying a day like this once because you won't forget it!


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