You can't spell class without ass

My college's biggest alumni event of the year is less than two weeks away, and I am wiggling with excitement. Every January, Loyola hosts the Bull and Oyster Roast, and with a name like that, you just know you're going to be slupping down plastic cups of beer in your most fabulous cocktail dress in your alma mater's student center until you find yourself teetering on the edge of sloppy and huddled in a circle of your friends while everyone cries because graduating from college was like, the worst idea ever. And the next morning when you realized you passed sloppy by three drinks and one dance on the bar before you remembered you weren't in college anymore and stumbled back to your friend's house to fall asleep on the hardwood floor, you'll be filled with the warm and fuzzies because there's only one group of people you ever have this much fun with and they're sleeping on the floor right next to you and maybe someone is vomitting in the bathroom.

And because whenever we do anything, we do it with class, I rented a big yellow school bus to taxi us around all night.

This is going to be AWESOME. Tweet