Señor Blackout is a special friend of Little Duck’s; he made many an awkward graduate student party awesome. Look, she can’t make any promises with this one: you will black out. You will probably throw up (then go back for more). You will in all likelihood lose your pants and wake up in a strange-ish bed next to a couple of TAs hooking up with each other. (On the bright side, they will invite you to join them, Your call, man.) You will have sex with questionable people (go with it.) Nothing good ever come out of Señor Blackout— except fucking awesome times that you will never remember with the people you’d like to forget. Don’t delude yourself into thinking that you can drink this thing responsibly. Leave your keys at home if you can. Pack some condoms. Drink in a pack. Never leave home base. Be happy sleeping on the floor, okay? Good. LET’S MIX.
1 fifth of rum
1 fifth of vodka
1 fifth of tequila
1 fifth of gin
Lots of Red Hawaiian Punch or Kool Aid
Mix in an inflatable sombrero with ice; light liquors first, then dark, then juice. Let it sit and think about what it did for ten minutes. Don’t worry if it burns your eyes or nose or throat., that too shall come to pass. MAN THE FUCK UP. GET ON MY LEVEL. And take your talents to poundtown.