For the nth time, a dorm mate decided to have a booze party in his room again. This stank up the hall and I had to move to a study lounge to study. As a matter of fact, I had to hold my breath while I was in the hallway so that I don’t get a whiff of that repulsive-smelling fermented yeast. I don’t understand how people can enjoy that stuff — I see it as an abomination that has caused the downfall of many. In any case, every time I get a whiff of that, I noticed some alcohol. That is why I wonder whether that stuff is flammable.

Rest assured… I’ll save that for trained professionals MythBusters.

Because I needed time to myself to rest and do some work, I told my OA friends that I could either go to the committee co-chair’s party or the camping trip. I opted for the party because it would be a new experience for me. Well… I got what I asked for.

Upon arrival, I had some punch. That was a big mistake because that was the obvious thing that people would spike with alcohol at parties. I proceeded to have a jello shot because the host said that it has no alcohol. That was also a mistake. Fortunately, there was no effect because I remained sober enough to learn my lesson and to escort my friend (who had a bit more than I did) home.

Time to bump all my OA friends’ trust bars down a bit…