Oh Boston...

The other night was the end of Greek Week, with the final event being "Songfest," where each sorority and frat get together and choreograph several dances. This is the most competitive event, and all the people participating in Songfest are required to go to the 3-hour practices at least five times a week. Boston's sorority is infamous for winning Greek Week and Songfest for the past four years in a row, and Boston went into it with the mentality that they were going to win again. 

On Tuesday night, Boston came home crying and hammered with a grilled cheese in her hand. She wailed and complained about how they didn't even place in the top 3 category of the winners, and she then proceeded to put the box with the half-eaten grilled cheese in our mini refrigerator to eat the following day. However, being the drunkard that Boston is, she failed to realize that her phone was in her hand with the box that the grilled cheese came in, and when she put the sandwich in the fridge, she also put her phone in it as well.

How did I figure this out? Let's just say it was a team effort yesterday morning. She was tearing apart the room to find her phone (which she ALWAYS keeps on vibrate at night, and wakes me up early in the morning when her friends from the east coast text her and forget about the time difference). After 20 minutes of calling her phone, she finally found it in the fridge, right on top of her grilled cheese sandwich. 

I was a few minutes late for my class because I tried to help her find her phone that she "lost"...I'd better be having some good karma coming my way soon for that one.