Please read up on numbers 8, 9, and 10 if you haven’t
already. As some of you know the 10 year
anniversary of SigEp chartering at CNU is coming up this weekend. It also happens to be Founder’s Day on the
same evening. I will continue my
countdown of some of my favorite memories and stories from my days as a SigEp
and since I’ve graduated.
#7 – The Jungle, Jefferson East, The Country Club: We’re here to party
Now I’m sure since I’ve graduated and the guys I was in the
fraternity with have graduated there have been plenty of other places where
brothers gather on Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or any other night of the week
for that matter to have a good time, but these were the three that I remember
the most.
The Jungle – Located at Auburn Chase Apartments. After some extensive research (10 seconds of
googling) I found that this place has been renamed Newport Commons Apartments. You know a place has a bad reputation when
they have to change the name. This was a
popular place to live in college because the apartments were not that nice and
they were pretty cheap. Highlights of
the Jungle include the drunk helmet.
Usually it was worn by someone who needed it to protect their head when
they were falling all over the place. I
know a couple guys who it most certainly helped. Every party started by playing Welcome to the Jungle. I can’t really go into a lot of detail about
what happened here, but I have a lot of great memories at this place. I have some great beer pong victories. I also think this is where we invented the
Bong Pong game. The things you come up
with while board. It was also a go to
the summer we lived on campus while painting the residence halls.
Jefferson East – two of my favorite non-CNU and non-SigEp
people lived here, VDOT and Tre. One
night we were partying and I went down to have a cigarette. There were a group of guys outside doing the
same thing across the parking lot. They
shouted for me, calling me Big Country and called Stango and me over. We chatted for a while and eventually they
were guys we would get to know rather well.
Although there was one time we made the mistake of inviting them into
the party. Let’s just say none of the
girls appreciated it. I don’t know if
the guys who lived there appreciated it but it definitely became our regular
hang out for the year they lived there.
One of our favorite parties was after a big win against Bridgewater in
football my senior year. It was also
when Hasson and I set the record for most consecutive beer pong victories at
19. And unlike most parties where you
play a lot teams over and over again, it was mostly against different
teams. I still have a picture of the two
of us from that night in my home office.
It is also the party where the VS locked herself in the bathroom. It is never good when people lock themselves
in an apartment bathroom and pass out.
One of the funniest stories was on a night when 10 of us
just went over to watch the MLB Playoffs.
We were just sitting around watching the Yankees and the Red Sox when
someone knocked on the door. It was the Newport
News Police department. Of course they
would show up on a night when we were not even making any noise. Luckily they just gave us the business for a
few and left.
This was also where Bolt and I got our nicknames, Winston
and Stewart. Stango said, we just looked
like guys who were named Winston and Stewart.
Bolt and I still call each other by those names today.
Stango is another story all on his own. There are more Stango stories I could tell
than are appropriate for one of my blogs.
He was a great guy and was one of the few non-SigEps that hung out with
us on a regular basis.
The Country Club – Located in a friendly neighborhood in
Newport News. This was one of my
favorites, even though I only visited here after graduation. There was the pastel party, Party Like a
Rockstar Thursdays, the first O’Gradyfest.
You name it, it happened here.
The problem with this whole section is I can’t go into a lot of details
without incriminating myself and others.
These are the stories best saved when sitting around a fire with
friends, at a tailgate, or anyplace other than the internet. I promise, if you ask me in person I will
gladly share stories, but for your protection and mine I will not post them
here. If you remember to ask, ask about
the one time I met the neighbor across the street or the night I stole the
“ostrich burger.” If I ever write actual
memoirs where I no longer need to be employed, I will tell all at that
time. I’ll use these posts as the
trigger I need to remember the stories.
The only story I will tell is the pastel party. It was a crazy fun filled night. Only two of the guys who lived in the house were actually there. One was on his deathbed upstairs. He had just signed a sheet of paper titled My Will. It stated that if he died I would get his girlfriend. It also stated that our friend Jason would get his M3. The other member of the household left a couple hours into the party because it had gotten too out of control or something like that. It didn't stop the rest of us from having fun though.
#6 – Spring Break: Panama City
This week almost broke me.
It was the only year I went on spring break and it’s probably a good
thing. I remember sitting in the House
with some brothers planning the event.
We were trying to figure out how much money we would need each day. We came up with a figure like $30 to cover
food and beer for a day. Then when we
asked guys if they wanted to go we asked them if they would choose $30 or
death. It was like we believed that if
we couldn’t come up with $30 each day that we would die of starvation or
something like that. We eventually got 9
people to go on the trip. Including
myself there were 5 brothers, 2 girls, and 2 guys from back home. Another two brothers drove down on their own
and found a place when they got there to join us in this crazy adventure.
The Friday before I left I was in the Emergency Room with a
kidney stone. I was really worried this
was going to ruin my chances at going on the trip. Some brothers came to visit me while I was
waiting for the doctor. I was there
almost all day. One of my brothers asked
the nurse if I would be able to drink on the trip. The nurse said, “You should be fine if you
drink a glass of water for every alcoholic beverage you have.” She then asked another nurse the same
question. Nurse #2 replied, “Only if you
want to end up in a hospital in Florida.”
We all lost it, I don’t even know if we were all laughing at the same
thing, but the response was ridiculous.
Needless to say I went and I did not end up in a Florida hospital and I
did not listen to the nurse’s advice.
Panama City itself pretty much deserves Vegas
treatment. Not that we won’t discuss it
if you ask, but much of what happened is really funny to those that were there
and nobody else. I will say there is
nothing like weaving in and out of traffic in Atlanta’s rush hour while making
record time through the city on I-85 and fully trusting your brothers to tell
you when you are clear to change lanes.
There was also Debubba and Jo-Jo’s, the karaoke bar across the street
where you could get a $10 wristband and drink Coors Banquet Beer all day even
after you left. Debubba was some kind of
Confederate Elvis. There was the night
where we taught Canadian’s how to play Beer Pong.
Check back later for the top five. Don’t forget to bring your own goat.
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