The big bull-1

A lump in my throat suddenly came as he looked down at me, gave me a confused look and questioned, “Who are you?” which I could barely make out over the noise. I was trying to explain who invited me, but with all of the racket, he couldn’t really hear me. Then a football came whizzing by and slammed down on the table next to me, up splashed a bunch of cheese sauce onto my shirt and sleeve. Chris started laughing as did many of the guys in the kitchen. I asked them where the bathroom was. Chris just pointed to the stairs. It was at the top of the steps on the second floor. I made my way up there and started to wash the cheese sauce out of my nice shirt. I took off my watch and tried my best to clean it off too, then laid it on the window sill. When most of the stain wouldn’t come out of my shirt, I decided it was time to leave. This wasn’t turning out to be as great as expected.

I walked back down the stairs and left. I arrived back at my quiet dorm room around midnight and changed into a t-shirt and running shorts. Plopped down onto my bed and turned on the television. I must have dozed off because before I knew it, it was 2:30 am. I washed up for bed, but then suddenly realized that I did not have my watch. “Oh shit”, I thought to myself, it was back at the frat house. And it was a fairly expensive watch too. Should I go back in the morning to get it? I would look like an idiot. Make a phone call to the frat house? I must be joking. So, I decided the best way I might get it back was to go back over there now.