I went to Boston this weekend with three of my good friends. The hotel was incredible, and the two nights we were there were such a blast. Except for early on Friday night. Ever heard of a "power hour"? I never had (not being in a frat or involved in parties at college didn't help). Anyway, I made it through a power 40 minutes and then puked. Good times.
Preachers 'n' stuff. I don't think I could even last 40 seconds without tossing mah cookies.