Sometimes you just need to be drunk and ridiculous

Alright people.  I don't know if it's boredom, the events of the past week weighing on me, or just plain nostalgia, but I need to escape.  My chosen escape, you ask? Junior year of college.  Quite possibly the most amazingly stupid and ridiculous time of my life.

Best times. Best friends. No worries. Lots of fun. Lots of rum. Possible arrests. Memories that deserved to be relived and redone.

Before life gets really real and someone has a baby. 

But hopefully not in a bar.