Originally posted by konni
Met my husband in the dorm (good thing the RAs weren't too strict about the curfews for opposite sex visitors).
The cafeteria had awesome chili-cheeseburgers!
Heh. My whole dorm was co-ed. When my parent moved me and my stuff in the first day, they were a little disturbed to see my hunky next-door neighbor walking down the hall to the shower in his bathrobe and flip-flops. My mom said, "I didn't realize it was THIS co-ed!" I guess they thought each floor would be all-girl or all-boy, at least.
I had a great floor. We spent a lot of time socializing together, going to parties, movies and concerts. Spent a lot of time in pajamas in each other's rooms until 4 AM, drinking beer and talking about Life, The Universe and Everything. We would rent a bunch of Monty Python movies, order pizza, and make a night of it in the lounge. Our dorm floors had huge kitchens where the students could cook their own food and we would have Italian Night or Lebanese Night (one of the girls' parents owned a restaurant in Portland). Or we could go to the on-campus pizza place where we could use our meal cards.
I can't believe I didn't die of alcohol poisoning, but I was young and my liver was fresh and new then.
We had Train parties, blender parties and Quarters parties. Someone in another dorm got in a lot of trouble because they had a beach party in their room--they imported pounds of sand, put up fake palm trees and everybody had to wear beachwear (this was in January). The beverage served was a mixture of lemonade, beer, vodka and Everclear.
Worst. Hangover. Ever.
When I ended up in the hospital with mono for a week, came back to find my door plastered with get-well cards and concerned messages. I actually moved out of the dorms after my sophomore year 'cause I knew I would flunk out if I didn't. All anybody had to do was pop up in my doorway and say, "Study break! We're going to______." and I was out the door like a shot. NOT conducive to good grades!
Wouldn't have missed it for anything though.