Justin's post sometime ago about beerpong reminded me of something some folks and I used to do when we were in college -- Depth Charge! Basically, you just drop a full shot glass of tequila in a stein of beer -- and drink bottoms up as fast as you can! The folks who introduced me to this drinking game were going to another university, and since I was the only one from my own university at that time and place who could "compete" (because the GF of the host had chicken pox, and I being a girl at that) I had a lot of support -- even from members of the other university. "Go, U.P.!" were the cheers I heard from the others. Shit, isn't that pathetic, when the only thing for which you could represent your school is an informal drinking contest? :-D
Here are some pictures of me and my best college buds. We didn't do Depth Charge during the evening the pictures were taken, though. Two of these people were the ones who taught me how to smoke; the funny thing is that both of them have quit smoking a long time ago -- and here I am still puffing away like a chimney.
These pics bring a smile to my face...perfect examples of carefree youth -- when even just dancing in the rain could bring so much fun. Keep in mind that these photos were taken half my lifetime ago: in the late 1980s. So pardon the quality.
I DON'T do karaoke. But when others look just as stupid, I can belt along with the best (or worst) of them. Besides, a combination of Stoli and San Miguel frees me from accountability for my actions. :-) The girl towering above some of 'em (2nd from left is me, btw). Drunken jerks, all of us.
In Baguio a year or so before the Big Earthquake. I've never been back since then. I've been told that the view behind us in this pic (that's me, 2nd from right) isn't of a mountain anymore, but of houses. Baguio is in the mountains, so it's cooler than it is in Manila. You can see that I'm not too cold-weather-proof. LOL
Yeah, that's me in my dorm room. I think I was wishing I didn't have to read the stack of books on my table...that I could go drinking and dancing in the rain instead.
Ye gods, how the ghosts of yesteryears can haunt us...especially the ghosts of weird haircuts.