tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410201998927642372.post8929497389659429285..comments2023-05-26T08:34:02.877-07:00Comments on I Got Something To Say: Party TimeVernon Wildy, Jrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16226935442854382183noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410201998927642372.post-80966424962438527472013-05-15T03:09:17.060-07:002013-05-15T03:09:17.060-07:00Glad that she had friends looking out for her...it...Glad that she had friends looking out for her...it could have been a whole lot worse!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09589253190731511955noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410201998927642372.post-23316453221089563532013-05-14T23:21:33.205-07:002013-05-14T23:21:33.205-07:00There's a tiny bit of sadness in it, but mostl...There's a tiny bit of sadness in it, but mostly it made me laugh. Wonderful way to describe this cycle of growing up. And from the comments I see that it is one that extends beyond the span of the time spent at university.<br />Great write.Arjan Tupanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10902542337420820696noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410201998927642372.post-68161971973473399082013-05-14T20:32:43.007-07:002013-05-14T20:32:43.007-07:00First time here, thanks to dverse! This read like...First time here, thanks to dverse! This read like most people's frosh year, although I didn't go to college. But Binghamton University had lots of in-town student housing, and it was a rare Saturday night when someone wasn't "curbing," and someone else laughing at their expense.<br /><br />This is why I taught my daughter to drink a little bit (including during Jewish ceremonies), so she'd have a bit of tolerance. The "hazing" feel of the laughing girls was dead on! Peace, AmyAmy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00546103899091072370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410201998927642372.post-53396359574784863662013-05-14T14:16:18.923-07:002013-05-14T14:16:18.923-07:00Living in a university town, I see this scene repl...Living in a university town, I see this scene replayed each fall. I suppose it is a rite of passage. I was happy to see she was protected by friends, not out there on her own.<br /><br />http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/05/13/tanqueray-and-perrier/Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12460881702249079009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410201998927642372.post-39254816265081712442013-05-14T14:10:42.364-07:002013-05-14T14:10:42.364-07:00at least she has friends that care for her...i hav...at least she has friends that care for her...i have seen drunk girls during carnivals, left lying on the street by their "friends".. ugh...breaks my heartClaudiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03011763027311966186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3410201998927642372.post-18748713027631891462013-05-14T12:41:52.884-07:002013-05-14T12:41:52.884-07:00ouch...flashback to my own first year of college a...ouch...flashback to my own first year of college and freedom...was a wild time...with its own kinda consequences...ugh....lucky i survived...just saying...Brian Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00722940075884718007noreply@blogger.com