First off, I want to say that the pictures are up. Enjoy. Second, I want to reiterate something: ten hours of drinking. I don’t work that long. I don’t even sleep that long. Ten hours of drinking is also why I don’t feel so bad about losing those aforementioned three hours during the 6th to 9th hours of drinking (somewhere between 11pm and 2am, give or take). I am a little disappointed, as I feel like I missed out on a lot of the fun of the evening, and possibly a lot of the stories that other people will be telling for years/days to come. Oh well.
After some inter-squadal mixing, hanging out, barbequeing, Basil’s Clubbing (the first rule of Basil’s Club is you don’t tell anyone about the Basil’s pizza in the basement of Evans), etc-ing, we started the raffle, intergenerational boat race, underwear-ing, and the dancing. I will say that my favorite pictures so far are the boat race series (pictures 83-93), where Hummer makes Phil take off his shirt, talks shit, then loses the boat race (and I think that he had to wear the thong on his head the rest of the night. Then again, that may have just been for fun).
Some more of my favorite moments (aka, the things that I actually recall happening):
- Buying my first drink at the Reub with the $5.75 that had been deposited in my cup from “nickels”.
- Urban foursquare (of course).
- Getting shoved into the basement of Paige house by Ben Hahn, and then playing Spike Game with Mark Dunn and Ronny.
All in all, I think that it was a successful weekend. Much fun was had, many shenanigans were completed, even more were attempted and failed, the young’uns had a good time, the old’uns got drunk and remembered their “old college try”. I am glad that there is only one alumni game each year, because my liver can’t take many nights like that.
Anyway, take a look at the pictures, and enjoy. Don’t ask where or why some of them happened, because I don’t know.
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