It’s been at least 8 or 9 years since I’ve visited my alma mater, Bradley University in Peoria, Illinois. My fraternity chapter’s 20th Anniversary celebration is coming up this weekend and I’m excited and scared at the same time. There are a few absolute certainties surrounding this upcoming weekend.
Alcohol will be drunk.
Lots of alcohol will be drunk.
More alcohol will be drunk and then the munchies will commence.
Hopefully no old embarrassing photos will be passed around.
Reminiscing will be the norm, with stories becoming exaggerated as time makes certain memories fuzzy (along with all the pot and alcohol abuse from those years). Make no mistake though – I did get my underwear ripped off with my pants on as the first pledge to get caught post-prank and I did indeed have a wedgie rash for two weeks.
Undergrads won’t have to spend a penny on alcohol that weekend, just like we did when we were poor college students. Those were the best weekends because the alumni always throw money around and since most college kids scrounge for cash, it’s like manna from heaven for all these guys with real jobs storming into town, paying for everyone’s alcohol. I’ll be happy to be on the other side of that table this time around, making undergrads happy by plying them with beer.
There will be no post tomorrow or Monday. Hopefully I’ll be lucid enough to gather my thoughts for Tuesday. For those wives and moms of my fraternity brothers, good luck getting me to write any incriminating stories next week. 
I can already taste the Avanti’s pizza bread with pepperoni and the Guinness from Jimmy’s. Yum.
THIRSTY!!!!!!