Like Akkelah and the Bee, but not

In the apartments where I (and a nearly overwhelming amount of other theatre majors) live, every Friday/Saturday night brings the usual movie nights, get togethers, marathon games of Karaoke Revolution, etc. Lately I've been knitting. A fairly milquetoast existance, really*. And so, during a Shot Night at my apartment a few weeks ago, it came as a very large surprise when a friend of mine told a story about a frat guy asking him about the supposed wild orgies that we (as in the "theatre people")have every Friday night.

WHAT?!

Frat then proceeded to ask about where we get our X, where we meet, and if all the things he's been hearing are really true. And what does my friend do? Instead of refuting these claims as utter rubbish, a sly smile creeps onto his face and he pulls the guy closer and says, "How'd you hear about all that?" before inviting him to our next massive orgie, which is BYOB - bring your own boy.

*headdesk* Oi. Now, while this is a truly funny story (aside from perpetuating the myth that we're all crazy artsy heathens), what I find most amusing is the irony of the whole thing. You know what I really did with my Friday night?

The Mexiwon't and I sat around having eachother spell words out of the dictionary. Actually 3. There were 3 dictionaries. And it was a rip-roaring good time, let me tell you. My favorite:

Me: "Hecatomb?" Can you use it in a sentence?
He: ...... Hey! Look at all the hecatombs.
Me: (glares)
He: OKay, okay..... Hey! Where'd all the cows go? There musta been a hecatomb!

As it turns out, a hecatomb is an ancient Eqytian sacrifice of 100 cattle.

An hour - yes, an hour - later it got really interesting when we added alcohol into the mix. We were finally starting to live up to Frat Guy's image. Minus the dictionaries, of course.

*Save for during the last 2 weeks of rehearsal for any show, as is the case at the moment.