Georgetown Day Fails

It’s that time of year again, Georgetown Day! 4E asked a few of our non-Freshman bloggers about their ~~worst~~ best Georgetown Day moments.

*Note: All the names in these stories have been removed. There is no way to figure out who everyone is.*

Contributor #1: “On Georgetown Day last year I kept getting the phrase “hooked up” confused with “hung out” for some reason. So, when I wanted to tell all my friends about how I had just hung out with someone I, mistakenly, told them I had hooked up with him. Fortunately they knew this wasn’t true because they had been with me the entire time (yeah, not sure why I was explaining this to them if they were there, #drunk), so they tried to get me to stop saying that. I got annoyed and obviously assumed they weren’t listening to anything I was saying so I just started yelling “BUT I JUST HOOKED UP WITH (name redacted) !” repeatedly outside of Lau. This person also happens to be in a Frat on campus, and one of his brothers also just happened to walk by while I was screaming this and witnessed the entire thing. I’m sure if I could actually remember any of this then I’d be embarrassed. But yeah, this is my confession.”

Contributor #2: “Freshman year I had a Spanish oral at 11 a.m., so I decided to do a champagne brunch before then. However, this caused me to get super nervous, freak out before my final and go crazy in the ICC. Afterwards I was so scared I wasn’t drunk enough that I pregamed insanely hard and was #blackout by the time I got to the lawn. I remember very little from my time on the lawn. The only thing I do remember is screaming ‘Scotty doesn’t know’ at a super high volume before retreating to my 5 hour nap. Nothing was the same after that.”

Contributor #3: “Like any good Hoya on her first Georgetown day I woke up at 7:30 a.m., excited to start the day. I proceeded to take a couple of shots before trying to cook breakfast – needless to say my ‘fried’ eggs were so poorly cooked I’m surprised they didn’t give me salmonella. Then I went to a classic ‘toasts to toast’ Georgetown Day party, during which I proceeded to finish off a bottle of André by myself, before moving on to more shots. Despite my roommate’s best efforts to force a bagel down my throat and sober me up a bit, I blacked out around 10:30 a.m. I woke up on a couch, my head in a trashcan, with my roommate and the senior boys who lived there looking down at me. I spent the rest of the day in my bed, alternating between passing out and dry heaving. I missed all of the Georgetown day activities, and obviously all of my classes. Total rookie move. Don’t be like me – eat a good breakfast and pace yourself or pay the price!”