Other than the drinking, the staying up late playing Quake, going to boring classes, I recalled today one of my more unusual college memories. Probably something we should not have done…ok, definitely NOT something we should have done, but it was quite a memory.

Several of my friends wanted to go meet a friend who was playing basketball in San Antonio (he went to school out of state). We were in College Station, Texas, about 3 hours away. Well, being college students, we cared little about good judgement and more about doing fun, wacky things and saving money. So we got into the best car we had among us. This being a several year old red Ford Festiva (an old Ford tiny tiny compact!).

Here’s the catch: there were six of us! Four people would fill the vehicle to maximum capacity. On the drive over I believe we had one person sit in the cramped back seat floorboard and three people squished into the backseat.

Amazingly, Tonya, Stephenie, Kris, Victor, Kevin and I all arrived in one piece (I think that’s who all went…it’s been so long!). We met our friend Brian and went to a restaraunt. And of course, Brian rode with us. I think he ended up in the trunk area of the hatchback, which was all of about 12 inches deep!

We had a great time and said our goodbyes, and decided to head home. Never mind it was 3 AM in the morning! Did we say, “Hey, let’s not risk our lives and just pay for a motel room for the night?” Noooooo. I said “I’ll drive!” And everyone promised to talk to me and keep me awake. I think that lasted about 5 minutes before everyone was passed out. Thankfully, I only fell asleep a few times on the trip (no joking!). It’s a seriously freaky experience to wake up and realize you’re behind the wheel of the car. Should I have stopped? Heck yes! But I didn’t. Those three hours stretched on forever, but we made it home safely.

Anyway, it’s probably one of those “you had to be there” kind of things, but I just thought I’d share!