First College Underwear Party
After moving out of the fraternity with the Black Rooster, I started my junior year of college off by going to my first underwear party. Hosted by Trent, Bobby and Ash at their apartment on Brooklyn & 50th in the University District, I was told the party was going to be awesome and they had lined up The Senate band to play.
I felt pretty shy about going to a party in only my underwear, but was assured there would be plenty of liquid courage available and that everyone else would be doing it so it was cool.
I showed up early and helped Trent get the bar set up. We took a few shots together and waited for everyone to show up. Eventually, the party filled up and the band started playing. I had never met any of these people before, but I would come to know them well over the next few years.
It’s fascinating how some seemingly random events can end up being turning points in your life.
My college experience up to that point had consisted of my two quarter in the dorms and then my four quarters in the fraternity. Sigma Chi is a huge four story house capable of holding 120 brothers. Our party throwing activities there were very serious endeavors. We had several men with jobs solely dedicated to setting up parties, bringing in booze and inviting girls. Our parties were usually packed with two dance floors, multiple DJs & bands and tons of pretty young girls. For one of our big annual parties, we would bring in 200 24 pack cases of Keystone beer, 20 half gallons of hard alcohol and 4-500 people (mostly sorority girls). Other events included watching every sorority house compete to be the “Sigma Chi Sweetheart”, doing dances & skits about older guys in the house. I laughed very hard when I saw the Vice President of Spiritual Life from my high school, Rachel Beltran, on stage dancing in a black ultra mini-skirt and almost non-existent top. She was appalled to see me there, her mouth hanging open in shock and saying “JOEL! …….. what are YOU doing here!?” Parties were huge, well-planned affairs at the fraternity and were full of hot girls.
I was more than a bit surprised and disappointed to find that other people were not quite as sophisticated of party throwers as the frat guys. I remember sitting on the couch at first and staring around me at out of shape, unattractive people in underwear and wishing I was elsewhere. Eventually, I got involved and started having a lot of fun. The party went till 3 in the morning, including an instance of the police showing up and Trent making everyone lie on the floor and pretend no one was home while they banged on the door.
Little did I know that 3 of the 4 girls I deemed to be the best looking at the party I would go on to date: Tara (off & on & still current), Becky (9 months followed by an epic explosion) & Ash (casual dating for a month or two after the party). All three girls were dating other people at the time.
At around, 3 in the morning I was lying on a chair in Ash’s room when she plopped her 6’2” very slender frame on my lap and started making out with me. I think we had danced & talked earlier, but the night was a drunken haze. After making out for a while, she grabbed my hand and led me to bed where we kept making out.
Then things got weird.
Bobby, the other roommate I had just met, came into the room and started awkwardly talking to us. Ash asked him to leave, but he pretended he couldn’t hear her and flopped down between us on the bed. I started laughing pretty hard and watched the scene play out before me. I figured he had a crush on her (they had actually unofficially dated for two years and were “in love”, though he refused to make it official with her). Bobby started babbling about philosophy and religion, while Ash became increasingly harsh in her demands for him to leave.
“Bobby, you need to go to bed”
“…. So then Jesus said to the..”
“Bobby, get out of my room.”
“… And my pastor claimed that….”
“GET OUT OF MY ROOM!”
“…. It’s ok. Aristotle makes the claim that the afterlife…”
Then she grabbed him by his arm, drug him out and locked the door behind him. After that night I ended up making her my “inside girlfriend” for a month or two before she got sick of that and rightly told me where to go.
Turned out that night was a great night.