Managanza

Managanza, the long awaited coup-de-grace of Man-night, happened last night. And it was without a doubt a fucking epic win.
It started off in typical man night fashion - shenanigans. Jordan and I ran to Dr. Pizza to grab a few 'zzas for the party, but it was closed. And that was totally lame. So, we ran to Kiraly Pizza and got in 16 minutes before they closed, and proceeded to order 6 epic pizzas. At which point, some totally crazy/drunk guy named Erik Maximus struck up a conversation with us. We drank beer and smoked with him out in the rain. He then regaled us with the same fucking information for about a half hour. A sister in San Fran. A son in Ecuador. Obama (who he referred to as a n*gger and a negroe). I was happy to be out of there.
When we got back to the dorm, I was a bit worried that no one was going to be up for partying hard. But when the first few guests started trickling in, we knew that we had them hooked. We men were all classied up, serving the girls drinks, food, playing a little Belle!Funk in the background...you know, really setting the party mood.
Things soon developed from organized classiness to drunken antics!
In summary, we had a shit ton of wine, liquor, snacks, pastries, pizza, and dance music. And everyone loved it. And we pissed off the deskie. But it was totally worth it.