<p>A “night of glory,” evil<em>asian</em>dictator? I call shenanigans.</p>
<p>Once, and only once, I did the traditional UAF Friday night bar crawl with my roommates - drink a bunch at the on-campus pub until it closes at 1, then go across the street to the Marlin and drink even more until their last call. We all had too much - way past the usual “have a couple beers” level.</p>
<p>I remember staggering back to my on-campus apartment, puking my guts out, going to sleep… then waking up with a blasting hangover and puking some more. Rinse and repeat. Several times. Lest you think I was some sort of lightweight… all my roommates were doing the same thing.</p>
<p>Please don’t try and fool anyone. There’s not a damn thing glorious about getting totally wasted. Unless you’re some sort of masochist and enjoy ungodly headaches and the taste of your own vomit.</p>