When i was a freshman in college I made a point to myself that i wanted to get the college expierence out of the way asap so i could then just focus on my studies, video games and annoying my friend's fat cat. Each weekend i'd go out with a few friends and hop from frat to frat. Some parties were good, some charged 10 bucks to drink shitty alcohol in a shitty basement while listening to music played by a "dj".
About 3 months in my best friend has a couple guys from his home town come up to our uni to party. These two were a year under us but they were chill and i figured i'd show them what a college party should be like. The four of us head out to a local frat where my best friend and I are familiar with some of the senior members. I buy a half Oz (jack herrer, it was pretty good for street) off of one of them and then procedure to tell the two younger guys that we'll be smoking all of it before we crash for the night.
The night goes on as usual. Lit few blunts (i only use concentrates now), had a few cups of jungle juice, ugh i do not miss the taste of super cheap vodka and generic sodas. Encountered a couple thots i see around and hooked them up with the guys who were visiting. Things were going well, everyone was having a good time.
About a hour into the party i decide to try my hand at beer pong. The table was on the 2nd floor of the house. The table itself was sweet, it has a basketball court decal and various LEDs to keep track of score. it was definitely the best table around. I take my beer pong seriously and during the second game i take off my jacket. The amount of people in the house + an intense game of pong was getting me sweaty and i cant be a sweaty mess for the sorority girls watching us. After the 3rd game i decide to go back to the basement to check on our visiting friends.
I'm down there for twenty minutes of so, half of that time was just finding the two guys. After we regrouped and i heard how the two guys got to second base but for some reason the girls decided to leave the party. We then decide to smoke another blunt. I go to retrieve the bag of somewhat dank jack herrer, but its not in my jacket. FUCK, there was still 2/3rd of the half left.
I can handle myself when i drink, smoke or even while tripping. I knew the bag must've fallen out while i was playing pong, upstairs in the crowded pong room..... FUCK. I go upstairs expecting the bag to be long gone and probably smoked by everyone in that room. To my amazement, the bag was right there on the floor. The bag wasnt under a table or behind something, it was right in the middle of a bight lit room. people were stepping over the bag as if it didnt exsist. In my buzzed state i sauntered over to the bag, picked it up, and told my friends "its all good, i found it" They were amazed no one scooped it up, so was i but i didnt give it much thought. I had my half.
We finished the rest of the bud and watched some bevis and butthead till we passed out. Overall it was a 9/10 night, ofc an orgy would've been better but not losing a half was good enough for me. /u/THClear1 I hope you got some enjoyment out of this story, its not the craziest story but i became good friends with those guys and its a night i actually remember pretty well