"I will drag my hung over nasty self out of bed on a Saturday morning to work a food drive or a humane shelter... and I will have an incredible time with my girls."
I wish critics of Greek life could witness this (well, we'd be hungover and gross-looking, but that's besides the point.
) I was so incredibly hungover for "Service Saturday" but still dragged myself over there as my roomates laid out. And I've seen my sisters slave over so many worthwhile causes while other people can't imagine us doing anything but hooking up and drinking.
And hello...DANCE MARATHON! 'Nuff said.