Hurricane Sandy - I was a freshman from the South in college on Long Island. That semester my college hosted a Obama/Romney debate. Binders full of women debate. There we were, 18 and huddle together, with a bingo drinking game sheet, hysterically laughing in our dorm lounge when the man said “Binders Full Of Women.” We all finished our Coke bottles filled with rum or whiskey. There we were, only a few days later, with all of our off campus friends staying with us because power was out everywhere except the university. I got forced to have this drink, they were calling them a purple Jesus. It’s was just vodka and grape juice, but it had levels. You had an Alter Boy (mostly grape juice), the purple Jesus (your more classic ratio of a drink), a purple Christ (a stiff drink), and finally what I drank, which was about 5 shots of vodka with a tiny bit of pomegranate juice for color because we were all out of everything else. A Purple Savior. Instead of saving me, it directly transported me to hell. A group of freshman and other students who had no idea the personal drama that would await them, the bigger events that would pass by. Fall-outs, drop-outs, break ups, a couple of deaths. People who were an enormous part of my life that I will never speak to again, just because lives move on. There’s more than a few days later where I wish I could be 18 again, laughing at Binders Full of Women and the fact that it was being said “Like right over there, guys! In our arena!”
Hurricane Sandy - I was a freshman from the South in college on Long Island. That semester my college hosted a Obama/Romney debate. Binders full of women debate. There we were, 18 and huddle together, with a bingo drinking game sheet, hysterically laughing in our dorm lounge when the man said “Binders Full Of Women.” We all finished our Coke bottles filled with rum or whiskey. There we were, only a few days later, with all of our off campus friends staying with us because power was out everywhere except the university. I got forced to have this drink, they were calling them a purple Jesus. It’s was just vodka and grape juice, but it had levels. You had an Alter Boy (mostly grape juice), the purple Jesus (your more classic ratio of a drink), a purple Christ (a stiff drink), and finally what I drank, which was about 5 shots of vodka with a tiny bit of pomegranate juice for color because we were all out of everything else. A Purple Savior. Instead of saving me, it directly transported me to hell. A group of freshman and other students who had no idea the personal drama that would await them, the bigger events that would pass by. Fall-outs, drop-outs, break ups, a couple of deaths. People who were an enormous part of my life that I will never speak to again, just because lives move on. There’s more than a few days later where I wish I could be 18 again, laughing at Binders Full of Women and the fact that it was being said “Like right over there, guys! In our arena!”