One of my favorite post-college memories isn’t even mine. I only heard the story after the fact from my friends, Stephanie and Anna. But the hilarity and wisdom has stuck with me for years.
Stephanie and Anna lived with another friend of ours in a dilapidated house on Texas Street, which we all lovingly referred to as The Alamo. This San Diego abode was sweltering in the summer and frigid (at least by San Diego standards) in the winter. There was a section of the front porch you couldn’t step on because it was rotting and likely to collapse. A family of raccoons lived in the foundation. It was a magical place.
The Alamo was a worry-free party house. After all, you can’t damage trash. So that was the place to be for Super Bowls, birthdays, and 4th of July parties. This is where our friend Ben unsuccessfully tried to climb onto the crumbling roof. This is where Anna broke her foot during a heated game of Slap Cup (a drinking game that involves slapping cups off the table). This is where I would have my two drinks and then take a nap on the couch as the party continued around me.
Stephanie and Anna were (and still are) best bros, as well as the party ringleaders. So these…
