Even in the haze…we’ll always remember you, slice of seasonal pie…

Thanksgiving: when you get a break in your college social life and return to the land of curfews, excessive amounts of texts from Mom about your whereabouts, and getting smashed with high school pals because that’s the only way you guys can seem to communicate anymore. Yet us Columbians on another Monday are able to reminisce on another weekend equally filled with drunkenness and bad decisions. We can’t stop, so keep on sending in your stories to tips@bwog.com. 

Back on the home front:

• “When at home went to vegan celebrity chef’s restaurant. Had very delicious guacamole, must replicate that flavor.”
• “Had 30 people over for dinner. Drank very smooth whisky and a small glass of wine. Ate a decent amount of turkey and a large amount of sweet potato and marshmallow mush.”
• “Watched Late Night with Seth Myers with my parents; Seth made a Tinder joke and my mom contemptuously ‘tsked’ and shook her head.”
• “I spent way too much time writing papers and am bitter at the world.”
• “I spent way too little time writing papers and way too much time learning the lyrics to Blank Space.” (Bwog knows the trick: homemade lyric videos, duh)
• “Saw my dog! Saw my cat! Slept in my bed :O Avoided contentious subjects like Israel/Palestine and Ferguson because my cousins…Gained roughly 575 pounds in sweet potatoes and pie. Avoided all my work. Laughed at the kids from home who clearly peaked in high school.”
• The journey back can be so hard: “Spent Thanksgiving day in an airport (from 6 AM to 7 PM).”
• “Hooked up with my ex; not thinking about it for two weeks. Spent too much money ‘grabbing coffee’ with friends.”
• “Traded notes with my Yale friend; each of us walked away sure we’d won. Slept long enough to remember what it’s actually like to be awake. Gained five pounds in apple pie.”
• “Had two glasses of real wine (versus wine product) at Thanksgiving dinner, then passed out for 5 hours. My ex and I decided we’re now in an open relationship.”
• “Went back to my high school and was asked a countless amount of times how my ‘lesbian commune school’ was going by old classmates who are now all in the same fraternity at the same large, Southern public university.”

Putting the “break” in Thanksgiving Break:

• “Stayed in New York. My roommate was gone all weekend. I’ve never felt so free~”
• Staying in New York as well, but with different motives: “Next thing I know, we were having sex in the Hartley shower…”
• “When I get drunk I get really into poetry and that poetry is usually John Donne and I usually cry while reciting it at my roommate. But right now I’m alone and I’m still reciting it out loud.”
• “Watched a season of Gossip Girl. Ate a vat of brussels sprouts. Ate a carton of mango mochi and a container of macaroons. More loyal to Trader Joe’s than [insert something people actually care about, like I don’t know Gandhi or One Direction].”

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