I was the coolest cat in college.
If cool means spending my Saturday nights at my best friend/co-worker/crush's apartment playing Mario Party with a high school friend and his best friend, anyway. This wasn't even that unusual for us, while everyone else went out drinking and clubbing and partying and all the other things college kids did (do? I didn't know, still don't know) we wound up playing video games, talking about our favorite books, talking shit about President Bush, and eating french toast BLTs at our favorite diner after the drunks had cleared out.