I hope you're fully recovered from Saturday's shenanigans and your pee no longer has a greenish tint to it. Allegedly, there was a girl who looked a lot like me, who was seen skipping around the Center of the Universe, downing car bombs at the Dust Bowl, and two-stepping to the cover band at Woody's. That person was definitely not me. Well, unless you look like Jon Hamm and want to take that said person out to dinner. In that case, holla atchyo girl.
This is my first year without a spring break, but last weekend's festivities certainly softened the blow. My last five years' worth of trips to Panama City were memorable indeed, but there comes a time when one has to let go. I've traded in the trash can punch for vodka clubs, Sunday Fundays for Netflix marathons, my party shades for real Ray Bans, and the frat brothers for uh, graduated frat brethren. Unfortunately, my sentiments of growing up and moving on aren't always reflected in other young professionals living in the greater Tulsa area. Today, I'd like to introduce you to Erin Queen. She's a 27-year-old English teacher from Sand Springs who may or may not have been caught raping one of her students.