what is it that you're really worried about? some dude dropping a roofie in her drink and desanctifying your turf? i hope - for her sake, your sake and the rest of mankind - that she is smarter than that, and that her friends are decent enough to take care of each other. for what it's worth, in the ten years i've been drinking and attending "open keg parties," i've never seen such behavior.
or is it that you're worried that she'll take her first tequila shot (and consequently her second, third, fourth and fifth), realize how liberating it is to be free of your smothering clutch and quickly find her way to the backseat of the local cross-country star's 4runner? unless you're one of those lame college couples who spends 24-7 together, you're gonna have a lot of problems when she gets to Ill. next year.
she will be fine. let her grow up. you need to grow up too and stop worrying about this kind of crap. don't waste the four best years of your life trying to force everything around you to be a perfect fantasy, because that's not how reality works, and places like college destroy those who think that way.
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