In the past, we've discussed party faux pas (a word I do not know the plural of) because they happen at a place like Northwestern often, and last night was no exception.

This one comes in the form once again of unbelievably strong jungle juice at the Russellpocalypse - as in, an entire handle of Everclear and at least half a handle of vodka to boot. Unlike last time when the overly-alcoholed juice tasted like straight death, this one tasted kind of good. Kind of really good.

Big mistake. Now, this Dillo Day, nearly everyone that was at that party is a hungover mess. Puking abounded. For the fourth time in a row, I did not learn my lesson of not getting too drunk the night before in anticipation for the big day, and for the fourth time in the row my body wants to sleep all day.

We are Dillo disasters.

The good news is: the Russell trivia involved either or questions answered by Russell that were posted all over the walls. My two favorites were two "Name of person" vs. "Everyone he/she has slept with." In one case, "everyone he/she has slept with" won the battle.