Good interesting/bad interesting in oddly equal measure.
As all bad campus crawls start, we were sober, and dressed ridiculously. There was a mexican, a thunderbird and two archaeologists (bear in mind this was an Indiana Jones themed crawl). The two archaeologists wore shorts. I wore a boob tube, something I would later come to regret.
The taxi driver was a mentalist. He was super chatty, which is nice. But then decided to imply that we were some kind of kinky foursome. That my leg itched because I’d “squirted the wrong way” and got piss on it (any grasp of anatomy at all here? Unlikely. I mean c’mon, “squirted”?!) Fair enough though he didn’t leave the meter running when we went to get cash out. Good lad.
Got outside Portland literally as our group came out. Brilliant, we only missed one bar. Group photos ensued, then a cross-campus trek to the first bar. All pretty boring here. Obviously with it being a campus 14, the aim is that you have a drink in all of the 14 bars on campus. I don’t know how many we made but we were certainly too slow to do all because they close really fucking early, but never mind.
Got gradually drunker as the bars went on, considering I’m a hideous lightweight now it wasn’t that difficult. Met a girl from a houseparty the other night and made her drop her drink all over the floor & then got chatted up by a very attractive lioness on a Biology BSc crawl. Some nice looking guys on our crawl too, thank goodness.
Had lovely chats with various people I will probably not talk to in the near future, if at all. Including a guy on our course that my housemate fully loathes, a couple of post-grads who clearly had no idea who I was or why I was talking to them because they were too battered the previous bar crawls to place my face. One of whom we got to grind on someone we thought was just a standard student at one of the bars. Turns out he was an Archaeology student. (OOH SIDE NOTE, one of the post-grads in question just added me, how lovely. Not the naughty one.)
On to another bar, got introduced to a guy with a name synonymous with feeding hungry kitties all over the country. My housemate played “Have you met Louise?” to a point, because she has my back AKA wants me to get laid. So that was quite nice and he was mostly good, but at the last bar he came to sit with me after the incident and was all handsy and shit. Ended up resting his head on my boobs, and feeling my leg. And it turns out he has a girlfriend.
Right, The Incident, I’d not really considered it properly till my housemate came in for a chat mid entry and I had to stop writing. But I got sexually assaulted. I think that’s how you’d class it but I don’t know. One of the postgrads was with me at the bar, he was pissing about, ended up knocking some blu-roll off the counter top and generally being a bit of a tosser, so I chastised him and pulled him towards my chest to get him to stop.
He saw this as an invitation to grab my top and bra, and pull them both down.
I’m a little shaken by it now I’ve dwelt on it, so I don’t really know what else to say now. I’m going to the gym to sweat it out.