Tribute to 6

Because some people say they actually care about what I post (how are you Monica?) I will take the opportunity to pay tribute to the awesome McCarthy 6. It seems like a very freshman thing to do, take such pride in a floor, but then again, it's a little like a freshman floor. Only with more legal alcohol. (I love the new dorm policy!)

What better way to pay tribute than to just describe a crazy night. I myself live on McCarthy 8, but due to 3 Chambers living there and the very friendly atmosphere, I was quickly adopted as an honorary floor member. (For real, I'm even an officer on the RA Matt Fan Club facebook group. Of course, my position is "shirtless nomad" but don't let that sway your view of my social value to the 6.) Two days ago, on Wednesday, I was in the lounge, as I often am, and Mary came in looking for someone to have a congratulatory drink with; she had just finished editing 53 pages of her thesis.

I went into the room for one drink of Bailey's. I had an interview the next day. The problem is, it was also Anthony's birthday, and I had a handle of Captain Morgan's for him. (It was my first time providing minors AND going to Dixie's... I'm learning so fast!) Anthony came looking for me, Mary offerred him a drink, and all of a sudden we were all making coke and rums. It was much easier for everyone to convince me I would be sober by the time my interview started after the initial Bailey's.

We're not really sure how it happened, but by the end of the night about half the floor had stopped by Mary's room at some point. Keep in mind, this is a single the size of the small Village C rooms (a comparison that brings some weird memories back... excessive drinking in small dorm rooms? freshman year? what?) I have not been so drunk in a while. I ate cookies in Nick's bed, I kissed Mary, I squirmed on the floor as people tickle attacked me - oh wait, I do that sober too. In any event, it was a great night. And on any other floor, the noise would have attracted excessive RA attention. People would have called in noise violations instead of joining in the fun. And the drunken, debaucherous fun would just not have been the same.

So thank you floor 6. I may have woken up really dizzy and confused the next morning, but I still made it to my job interview. And I made it knowing I had had a really good time the night before. Even if I wouldn't completely remember it until later. ("Mary, I think we kissed that night...." "We what??")