Dear (insert favorite fraternity chapter here),

You and I have some real memorable times together. I guess it all started around freshman year, when you welcomed me with open arms, even though I was the stereotypical freshman. Now look at us. You've become my number one hangout, my "Of course that's where I'm going tonight," and my second home in college (that isn't my sorority house, of course). I guess I have to say I have fallen in love with you guys, slowly but surely, and since that moment, I really can't get enough.

And today, as I wake up, yet again, in your house, with my make-up smeared and the regrets from last night finally settling it, I realize, yet again, that I didn't exactly make it home to my own bed last night. At this point I've slept on every floor of this house, and know every crack and cranny like I live here or something. By now everyone is used to seeing me in the morning and its not unusual; in fact, by now, I'm just greeted with a "Good morning" and everyone moves on with their days. Well, until I'm back here tonight. Somehow, I still don’t know the door code, and I applaud you for hiding that from me.

So here’s to you, the real homies:

Thank you for letting my show up unannounced with my squad random days of the week and crashing your bro nights.

Thank you for letting me interrupt you guys while you study so you can get really drunk with me, and make more dumb decisions.

Thank you for letting me celebrate every special occasion of mine at the fraternity.

Thank you for letting me drink your beer, eat your food, and steal your clothes.

Thank you for dealing with me crying, screaming, annoying, happy, mad, drunk self (or a combination.)

Thank you for having your pledges give me DD rides, and caring about my well-being enough that you want me to get home safe.

Thank you for letting us basically destroy your house.

Thank you for letting us come over basically whenever we want, and do whatever we want.

Thank you for letting us leave around 3 a.m. at night and not being annoyed when we show up the next day at 11 a.m. to keep drinking.

Thank you for being there when everyone else in the world sucks, letting us vent, and pretending to care.

Thank you for always being the place we want to go to pre-game.

Thank you for serving us drinks before other girls.

Thank you for being a safe zone where we know we can tool out and it will be okay, because you'll be right there with us.

Thank you for buying a ridiculous amount of philanthropy dinner tickets and going even when you'd rather be doing so much other stuff.

Thank you for always giving me your rush shirts.

Thank you for somehow getting me invited to every single date function, formal, or other themed events.

Thank you for introducing me to some of my closest friends.

Thank you for laughing the entire time during your dinner announcements at my house, because somehow, that made it less awkward.

Thank you for asking my opinion on themed events, even if you’re not going to actually take my suggestions.

Thank you for shaping men who have accepted and included me from the very beginning.

Sometimes people make fun of me for loving you guys so much. But I don't care, because what's so wrong with loving the place where you feel like you belong the most?

I don’t say it enough, but thank you. I appreciate you more than you think. And a big thank you for loving me even when I go all basic sorority girl and am a monster.

College would truly suck without you.

Love,

Your Biggest Fan.