Last night, one thing led to another, and, like so many co-eds before me, I ended up above Woodruff’s, in the bedroom of Hasan O’Shea.* Fortunately, MarkMaynard.com cub reporter Patrick Elkins was on had to capture the excitement.
And, yeah, I drank too much. That’s what happens, I guess, when you run into Patrick at 6:00 and decide to head over to Powell’s for “one drink.” And, yeah, I know that I ruined Patrick’s interview by obsessing on the absence of damned light switches in Hasan’s room, but I couldn’t help myself. My OCD took over.
[*O’Shea in not Hasan’s real last name. If I used his real last name, though, this could be found my his family in Jordan.]