For the first few years after college my buddies and I picked a weekend and all met back at our alma mater for a home football game. The trips really weren't all that expensive, but they were over-the-top indulgence benders that heavily taxed my body for weeks after I returned home. After my fifth annual game I thought it would be best if I only joined the reunions every other year. I took last year off, so I booked my flight last night for this year's booze-fest.
During college our football tailgaiting consisted of 30 cases of Natty Light, and a case of Mad Dog (or more, if we could afford it). The booze was generally put on ice in the trunk of someones car since we had no money for a cooler. We rarely had any food at these events, and when we did it was misappropriated from the dining hall. Tailgating started by chugging a bottle of Mad Dog as soon as you woke up, then spiraled quickly out of control from there. Sunday mornings resembled the opening scene from the movie The Hangover. One such morning a friend woke up with a sheep in his dorm room. Our buddies, stupendously drunk, liberated the sheep from a nearby farm and carried it up two flights of stairs and quietly placed it in his room. Things like this were not uncommon.
The first year after we all graduated we had a little coin in our pockets, but we decided it would be fun to throw a tailgater like we did in college, so it has become a sort of tradition. Every year we rent a car and fill it to the gills with beer and kiwi-flavored malt liquor. To say things "regress", would be a massive understatement. After witnessing some sort of atrocity, one bystander two years ago poignantly commented "you have no respect for yourselves or others".
The true treasure of these trips has always been that they are a venue for scoring with the girls that were unattainable during college. I talked my fair share of women into bed during school, but it's downright amazing what happens on these weekend. Girls who would never have given you a second glance literally throw themselves at you. It's an environment completely devoid of judgment or consequences.
Obviously, this may pose a bit of an ethical dilemma to me this year.
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"I talked my fair share of women into bed"
ReplyDeleteI love reading your blog, but I hate being reminded of how awful you are.
I simply don't see how these weekends (as you describe them) result in having amazing women throwing themselves at you ...
ReplyDeleteFirst, it sounds like you guys are acting like slobbering, mindless cavemen (fine, enjoy it, it just doesn't sound like a way to attract fine women), and second, Where/when do you meet these women during these annual weekends? Are you hanging around your old campus and meeting college students? Hanging out in bars?
I'm not saying I want to emulate your MO so I can 'score chicks' (not my mentality), I'm saying your story baffles me because it is so vague about how you guys are meeting those women at that time (and why they find you guys irresistable in your wild drunken mode).
Holy to the wowsers! I will expect a full report come Monday. If this is indeed this weekend! Just watched the Hangover again! best movie EVER made i tell ya! I am having a "ol' skool house party" myself this saturday nite. Im frightened. Literally. May the force be with you!
ReplyDeleteYOU ARE A DEPRESSING REMINDER OF HOW ARROGANT, SHALLOW, SELF- DESTRUCTIVE, AND JUST PLAIN STUPID MEN CAN BE. LIKE THE BEER COMMERCIAL SAYS..." real men of genius..."
ReplyDeleteJust wondering, in this tough economy- how do you stay employed?? You have an awful lot of time to spend on your game...
Heather: Sorry.
ReplyDeleteLA: Tailgait, bars, parties.
Cat: I'm very good at what I do.
Do you mean- chase women, sleep around, get drunk, waste money and come across as a general ass..yes, you are good at what you do
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