The Frat “Choose Your Own Adventure” Story

Rob Fox13 years ago

Bourbon Street

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you’re crossing the bay into the near-sunken city of sin, New Orleans, Louisiana. The entire city seems to glow with a purple, gold, and green hue as you drunkenly step off of the bus onto Canal Street.

You and your date drop your bags off in the room and proceed to Bourbon Street, as formal dinner won’t be for a couple hours.

Once there it seems like your fraternity has taken over the French Quarter. Everywhere you turn you notice another stumbling fraternity member quadruple fisting hand grenades, how he is even standing defies all logic and reason.

The hours pass quicker and quicker, and with each Grain Alcohol supplemented sip of the neon green hunch punch she becomes more and more welcoming to your advances. Looks like you just might be getting lucky after all. Just when you’re about to propose a quick hotel-room getaway, your phone buzzes furiously with a pair of mass texts.

“DINNER AT ACME OYSTER HOUSE IN 15 MINUTES. Show up please, it’s called formal for a reason,” and “Seriously guys, fucking come we have a whole room to ourselves.

While you would prefer to just skip the whole sustenance thing and continue curb stomp your liver, your date has other plans.

Being the self-entitled top tier slam she is, missing formal dinner on Formal is a cardinal sin on par with double lettering or wearing a pair of rain boots that don’t match. Looks like it’s time for…

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DINNER