Being the third commandant of the Drummond Island trip I felt that my perspective was a necessary addition to bring to light the sheer awesomeness of the first of many trips to this amazing place.  This will be brief and much of it in cliff notes due to most of the weekend involving a state of blackout.  For those unfamiliar with this, I remember jack shit. 

I arrived on the island a day late and did not heed the advice of my partners in crime.  I proceeding to walk miles in the sun to our hotel so dehydrated and full of testosterone I immediately am greeted by cheer and beer.  After chasing shots and beers with push-ups we head to the swim-up pool bar approximately 200ft from our room.  There are only two rules for pool bars: 1. Get Sloppy, 2. don’t put your head under the water.  We abide by the rules and this resulted in a welcome to the island bar tab of $195 for yours truly.  I still can’t figure out how I made it without drowning.  The rest is very hazy until the evening…

That evening we ate something then decided to go out after.  We all end up at a bar at some point and I run into an old friend who was visiting the island on a bachelor party.  The last memory from that bar was taking shot after shot after shot.  Let me qualify this by saying that I can drink a metric fuckton.  I awake to something being slapped off my face and recognize it’s my wallet.  Standing above me are two Drummond Island Police officers who found me sleeping next to a road in the grass.  I have no idea how I got there.  After turning me over to four strangers I am carried back to my hotel.  According to the roommates after, I enter the room exalting in jubilation, I pass out immediately. 

I awake in the AM still drunk and confused, finally coming out of hibernation and begin to puke up blood.  Being that I am still drunk this does not bother me.  Roommate 2 and I get a slow start that day, and eventually begin to once again take over the island after a couple pool bars.  I think around midday I go into dancing mode and we socialize with all female parties we meet.  I tap out and go back to the room once again start puking, pass out, and miss the fireworks.  Roommate 2 and I awake to missed calls and texts; apparently we had made some sort of plans to watch fireworks.  We then put our game faces on.

To protect the innocent and due to another black out I will give the cliff notes of the evening.  I have my ID taken away by Drummond’s finest but at this point know all the bouncers by my constant high-five’s.  We start a dance party at each spot on our “get wrecked tour” and somehow are able to wrangle about six smoking hot babes.  They love dancing and fist-pumping.  I have to lose my shirt due to sweat and my head looks like I have been doused with a bucket of water, maybe beer, who knows.  I had a limited vocabulary consisting of “Naughty” “Immediately” and loud profanities. Much of that night was following the direction of LMFAO and ripping shots.  Roommate 2 handles the ladies while I get lost once again, some guy asks me to bang his girlfriend as he watches, then I am offered drugs and sex. After some time I finally make it back to the room unscathed, so to speak.  I walk into the promise land to find two young ladies lying in my bed and think to myself, “I fucking love this place”.  I was hung-over for 5 days. 

-Submitted by Anonymous