Stanford: The Prequel

The first time we went to Stanford was the last traveling night of tour. We got retarded drunk (I can say that word because I work in mental health), and that was the first time I made my own drinks. There are also several pictures of girls playing strip pool that Clark took which are as blurry as his vision was that night. Trey, Clark, and I were stupid drunk. I remember we all walked to a party about two miles away from the party hall, and from 100 yards away we could tell the house was just teeming with people, and there was no way we could get in. So, we turned around and walked back, and the only reason I didn't throw up was 4 miles of walking it off.