Slope Day in Retrospect

Being blessed with no finals, I arrived home from my first year of college on May 2nd -- two weeks before any life would return to Mahopac. So, I packed a bag, called some friends, and took a good, old fashioned college road trip up to Cornell to partake in the infamous Slope Day activities. From what I understood there was drinking to partake in and that is reason enough for me to go anywhere.

I hopped into my "Soccer Mom"-esque Subaru Forrester with Clint, Andy, and Andrew. We were pumped for a big trip and were soon to find out that Cornell provided more than we anticipated. We arrived late on Thursday evening (Slope Day was the following Friday) and took it easy, making sure not to blow our loads too early. We all quietly went to bed and awaited the festivities that were promised to us.

Early on Friday, roughly around 10 a.m., we began to arise. The sun was shining, the air was warm -- it was a good day. At 11 the binge drinking started full force: Power Hour. After a few shots Andy, who was also celebrating a birthday, wasn't feeling the early morning alcoholism.



It was a face of desperation, one that could only be cured by more beer. And my how the beer worked wonders. Within a few minutes Andy was in fine form chugging like the rest of us.



The killer wasn't the Power Hour though, it was the combination Kings that sent us over the edge. The limited amounts of food (cookies and nuts) didn't help us fight the first stages of drunkeness either.



Quickly, the alcohol took it's toll on us. Running rampant across our braincells the morning became a blur. The second half of the Power Hour seems to pass in only a minute and we were quick to head to our next engagement -- a party.

Upon arriving at the party we were greeted with a Power Hour! Not to be outdone, Andrew and myself jumped right into the game. A decision that would have probably be rethought, so it goes. Within minutes we were smashed. Nothing out of the ordinary, save for the fact that in was 12:30.

Some time after the second Power Hour, Beer Pong began. A game that I love and adore. I played. I think. I believe I won one game and probably lost every game after that. It doesn't matter because I can't remember much after this point. I know there was a time when I climbed the fire escape outside the apartment and met the neighbors upstairs. They weren't too happy to see me on their balcony.

I also remember seeing Rebecca. I don't really remember talking to her, but I saw her I know that. Then I took this picture:



And then I went black for about an hour and half. I vaguely recall dialing Phyllis, Sal's mother, at some point on the Slope. I can also see The Game on stage, putting on a good show. Then for about 15 minutes I had complete clarity as I came across George Cornell. We called his brother, left and angry message on his phone questioning why he wasn't at the Slope.

I could go on with the random images in my head; seeing Brian Herbst, trying desperately to find Rebecca without soiling myself, half listening to Snoop Dogg, repeatedly calling Heather. But they wouldn't make much sense. It was just a fun morning and rather drunk afternoon. Then I fell asleep at 6.

I woke up at 9 with a hangover. Drank to rid myself of that problem. Headed over to Rebecca's to play Taboo. And thus ends my Slope Day.

Would I do it again? In a heartbeat.