When I was growing up, the fraternitas I grew up with were the only place I ever went to play sports and socialize.
I remember going to my first frat party, which was in the early 1980s, and being amazed that so many young girls would hang out at a place like that.
The party featured a DJ who would play music from the early 80s, the theme song being about a girl’s desire to have fun.
The atmosphere of the party was pretty much identical to how fraternites would be at today.
It was an intimate place where a lot of women met up and shared their stories and experiences with each other.
It didn’t have a lot to do with football.
I was a freshman in college at the time and I remember attending my first party, and that was one of the most fun times of my life.
After that, I started to hang out with my friends more and more, and then eventually it became the frat house.
This is where I learned to drink.
There was a point where I started getting pretty drunk.
When I did my first beer, I had a really bad hangover.
I’d have a really hard time sleeping the night before.
I felt like I was going to die that night.
It just wasn’t worth it.
I wanted to be able to enjoy a night with my boyfriend and have a good time, so I started drinking again.
I think it was about two years before I actually stopped drinking.
I didn’t drink at all.
I started using alcohol as an excuse to drink more.
I remember being really drunk in the middle of the night at the end of my freshman year of college.
I would go to my dorm room and start getting really drunk, and I would get really drunker and then I would just fall asleep.
I woke up with a cold, and when I woke my roommate woke up in the night with a really cold.
She said, “Oh, my god, you just got so drunk, I didn’s it was really bad.”
It was really hard to get through that night because my roommate was really in the zone.
I also started going out to bars.
At that time, I was doing my freshman and sophomore years at the University of Connecticut, and we would all go to a few bars.
It wasn’t a lot, but there was a bar in the mall, and there was an Irish pub, and the bartender would just walk by us and make sure we weren’t drinking.
That’s how much I loved it.
When you’re a young kid and you want to party, there’s no way around it.
It’s just part of the human condition.
You have to find a place where you can just hang out and party and not worry about the social aspect of it.
You can just be yourself, which I always did, and just enjoy yourself.
My drinking became even more problematic during my junior year at the university, when I started having problems with alcohol and my grades dropped off drastically.
I did not like what I was seeing.
I never felt comfortable being around anyone, and it was so embarrassing.
The only thing I could do was to drink heavily to get myself out of my head.
I drank too much.
It felt like everything I did was about me, which is the exact opposite of how you want people to feel.
If you want them to like you, then it has to be about you.
So I’d go to bars, and drink as much as I could.
Then I would leave the bar and go to the club.
The club was the one where I would hang around with my buddies.
It had a lot more fun.
I loved that it was a club where you could have fun and not be too serious or too uptight about drinking.
You were allowed to be a little wild.
It also had a few strippers, which were really fun.
My boyfriend also liked the club, so we would go there a lot.
I went there a few times, but I felt really guilty about the drinking.
There was one night where I was really drunk.
I got really upset.
I took a bottle of whiskey and threw it in the toilet, and everyone at the club was like, “That’s not okay.
It doesn’t belong in the bathroom.”
I’m sure that was the last time I ever did that.
After graduating from college, I went to work full time, and my life was a lot better than it had been.
I really started to enjoy my time there.
I worked in a restaurant, and one of my colleagues and I were sitting at a table.
It went from being really fun and social to being really boring and depressing.
It turned into an uncomfortable situation.
The day I got home from work, I called my boss and told him that I was leaving.
I said, I want to do something fun, and he said, that’s fine