Excuses, Excuses

It was only a matter of hours.  My very first night on campus, the Jew-crew invited me to go to drag bingo with them.  (Trust me; you don’t want me to elaborate.)  Before I could come up with a half-decent excuse, they asked me if I had a fake ID.  I didn’t—and still don’t.  Apparently you can’t play bingo without an infusion of alcohol, so you had to be 21 or older to go. Aww, *darn*.  I was saved by the “under-age” excuse yet again. Fortunately, I should be able to milk that excuse for the rest of my college career. (I will G-d willingly graduate by age 20.  Tis one of the advantages of starting college at 16.  More on that later) Just last week, my research team started pressuring me to go clubbing with them.  This time I was able to play the Jew-card to get them off my case.  Sadly, such was a rare instance.  Usually, I have to be more creative when I don’t want to be insulting….