Although college football season is still four weeks away, my excitment for its kickoff has already been deflated. UF has knocked off WVU as Princeton Review's #1 party school. This is a) a total conspiracy and b) the worst day of my life. Upon finding out, I immediately contacted the biggest Gator shit-talkers I know to express my dissent. (If you didn't hear from me, don't bring it up. There will be serious reprecussions.) Then I went home, put on my team gear and contemplated chugging all of the leftover beer from my July 4 party in an attempt to redeem my beloved alma mater.
But since my A/C was finally fixed, and because I'm not 19 anymore, I instead watched Karate Kid and passed out on the couch at 9 p.m. How's that for a top-notch partier?