Officially frustrated on Unofficial

Okay, I am seriously looking forward to this weekend being over. It's Unofficial St. Patrick's Day, which is Champaign-Urbana slang for going out and getting as trashed as possible for the whole day. Usually, I really don't care what my classmates do as long as it doesn't affect me or others, but this has gotten nuts! The whole city has declared a state of emergency, the lounges in my dorm are closed because they think the drunks will trash them, and there are security guards everywhere! I went to a party off campus, and I could see security guards in black at every intersection (note that this party was dry too!).
But the WORST part, and I repeat, WORST part was when I was coming out of another dorm for lunch. This particular dorm has some amazing specialty coffee drinks, so I was carrying my paper coffee cup out of the dorm and a security guard stopped me. He asks, "What's in your drink?" I answer, "It's a latte, that's all." He gives me this WEIRD look and says, "Are you sure that's not alcohol?" (What's really ironic is the beverage is called an "Irish Jig" which has Irish Cream-flavored syrup in it, but no actual Bailey's, just Bailey's flavor.) It took me five minutes to convince him that I had not spiked my latte. Honestly! Enough is enough! You can close up my lounges, you can plant security everywhere, you can declare your state of emergency. But you cross the line when you mess with my COFFEE!! Seriously, no one gets between me and the caffeine with impunity! GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME DEATH!!