We were not ready to say goodbye to the weekend so we decided we wanted to drink again Sunday night. One of the rugby houses also was down to drink so we went there. We pregamed at one of the rugby apartments first, though, and took like 4 shots each- nothing severe. However, when we got to the house we immediately got the beer bong and went to town. It was like you were called out to bong and if you said no…well, you couldn’t say no. Needless to say we were all getting pretty fucked up, pretty fast. It was the perfect amount of people. More than a “gathering” but less than a party. Perfect for Sunday Funday. After we realized we’d all pass out if we continued beer bonging at the rate we were going, we decided to just get a cup of beer and drink it normally instead of chugging. I played pong against Peter and Emma with one of the kids David on the rugby team for a while which was fun but of COURSE my friends and I just want to dance. That’s all we ever want to do. I shit you not I think we danced, and danced hard, for a good 2 hours straight. John was there but I paid no attention to him because, quite frankly, he doesn’t deserve it heheh and I was actually having too much fun with my friends I wasn’t even concerned what he was doing. I didn’t even care where he was, who he was with, etc. at all. The only time I really saw him was when him and his roommates were leaving and his one roommate was trying to get me and Alex to leave with them because we usually always go home with them since we live so close BUT Alex and I wanted to stay longer so BUH BYE! I mean after seeing him for that split second, I kind of did want to go home with them but when he left I was glad we stayed. The dancing continued and I got to have a good time, not worrying about him at all. It’s a little progress for getting over him. -_-

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