Good point, but I do have those memories or lack thereof too... keep in mind I went to WVU in the late 90's when shit was really raw and #1 truly meant something.

Classes let out at 4, meet gf for late lunch at the Mountain Lair. 8pm, had 1-2 at dorms /w friends (hidden). Take PRT downtown, hit forget bar... near the end of high street... use to be some mexican bar/pub.. then 10-20 years of renaming and shutdowns lol

Sometime around 10 the crew would be together and the slight ok a few wore off, and the shots happened. :)

Sometime around 11-12 shots went to bears.. gotta be responsible.

Then you find your hookup. :) So you buy her shots, .. then 15-30min later you both are taking shots.

By 12:30-1am and wallet lighter she's sucking your dick near the Walnut PRT.

She says whatever and hits the PRT home, and like a fucknut you go UP high street to another pub.

By that time you had called your buddies to gloat (pre TXT really well we didnt all have it or internet on phones). Hey hit me up at X

So they eventually end up there and by then you're had 1-2 beers and it's 2am.. You think you're done. But being the loser you are, and enabriated a song you REALLY like comes on... and you decide to off your machismo and dance... and you end up grinding on some Wetzel countly slut.. who after 5-10min is really in to you.

So back to point B... you buy her shots, and again drink a few yourself... by now shit is getting muddy.

Just at some point you end up w/ that girl getting yet another BJ while your back is leaning next to a church off Spuce street. No idea if you finished who she was, or what she looked like.

Then next morning you wake up to some heavy set girl with a nice smile and her panties on your computer screen.

I think that sums up my 1st sem freshman year. :) Man the stories.

I could write a book alone on just the 1 year I spent living on Grant Ave. OMG the weed, the drugs, the woman. I wish I could remember it all.