Rick drove up next in his battered old hatchback music blaring out the open windows. He had brought the essentials 10 cases of MGD, a four foot bong, a large bottle of Goldschlager, and an once of the best weed he could find.  He was ready for an epic week of partying something to tell the guys back at the frat house all about.<br/><br/>Rick exited the car grabbing his old duffel bag that he had stuffed full of clothes and toiletries and slung it over his shoulder.  He grinned at the others as he approached dressed in a black fighting cephalopods shirt and black jeans.  "So where's the party" he asked his face lit up with excitement.<br/><br/>