The next semester we roomed together with another one of our pledge brothers. As in most frat houses, the living quarters are pretty cramped. The three of us slept in what was essentially a triple-stacked bunk bed that went floor to ceiling. I climbed a ladder to my top bunk and Borgy literally crawled on the ground to get into his bottom bunk.
It was a Saturday night. We were having a house party. Cheap beer and ‘Jungle Juice[1]’ had attracted a nice crowd and the party raged on in several different areas of the house. Our room, in the back corner of the house wasn’t really in use that night. By 2 AM the party had begun to dwindle (free booze ran out) and a couple of my pledge bothers and I went to my room for some more beers. There we found Borgy passed out drunk, sitting up on the couch. As someone ran off to find a Sharpie, Borgy woke up. He was stumbling around the room, entertaining us with his incoherence, when he decided that he had better get into his bed. Luckily, it was on the ground. He crawled underneath his shack sheets[2] and toward his mattress. As he got into his bed, a voice cried out, ‘Borgy, NOOOOO!’ The voice belonged to our pledge bother, Chase, who was having sex with some chick in Borgy’s bed. Borgy was too drunk to comprehend what was going on and refused to move. Having witnessed this event first hand, I can’t remember a time I’ve laughed harder. Especially since Chase and his friend didn’t leave the bunk either and proceeded to finish what they’d started alongside Borgy’s semi-conscious body.
Chase & Co. emerged from the bunk a few minutes later and proceeded to sit on my couch and drink beers while we continued to rip on Borgy. At this point, I was much less concerned with my impaired roommate then I was with Chase’s lady friend’s utter lack of embarrassment. She had met Chase that night and was just ‘crawled in on’ by one of his fraternity brothers. She continued to have sex while several people were in the room and someone else in the bed. I realize that she really didn’t know any of us that well, but I was astonished that she would sit there and drink beers with us and laugh about how ridiculous the situation was.
The chick that Chase fucked in Borgy’s bed really solidified my belief that taking credit for your embarrassing moments is powerful and refreshing. I’m not sure if she was cognizant of her boldness or if she was just trashy, but her lack of drama about the situation was cool. On the other hand, all of Borgy’s stories are hilarious in their own right, but I love telling them because he hates them. (In fact, I’m sure he’ll never talk to me again if he ever reads this). But like I said before, you have to own your embarrassing moments, otherwise they’ll own you. The stupid shit you do during college years is going to serve as material for stories you’ll tell the rest of your life. I’m not saying that you should drink until you pass out every night, but being a drunken asshole every once in a while is necessary.
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