In the spirit of The Colonel's account of the Niagara trip, I thought I'd reminisce about a trip to Panama City Beach, Florida. The story begins the night before, when the Rocket got beyond angry at someone named Dave Styles and swore revenge. We never did find out what happened, but I remember trying to get the Rocket to put a bag of frozen peas on his head to stop the bleeding.
Anyway we departed for the epic drive in Fast Eddie's car, who drive like a corpse but wouldn't let anyone else drive. We napped at a rest stop in North Carolina, where it started to rain and Otis Day, sans weather degree, proclaimed that it would rain the rest of the way to the panhandle. We got there, it was cold out, but that didn't stop the fun. Seedman and Associate joined us from Texas, and it was on to good times. Otis Day, myself, and another brother were the only 21 year olds. We wend out one night and quickly struck up a conversation with a cute girl. It was thwarted soonafter though when she mentioned she was from New York, which triggered an ire in Otis Day rarely seen before.
One afternoon, 2 of our humble bloggers has our most effortless hook-ups of our lives courtesy of the same girl, named for a European country. I had seen the girl less than a second before she was breaking out the knob polish. Seedman tried to join our fray, telling her she was a dirty girl in going for the bam...but it was not to be. She resurfaced for a few hook-ups later in the week, triggering an overblown story about anal deviance.
Another great memory involves beer pong in Seedman's room. Seedman became very intoxicated and was unable to make it out that night. Like a dying soldier, he begged us to take his friend out on the town. I think we did him proud.
All in all it was a great week that coined the term 'redneck beer coozy' among other great memories. Two thumbs up.
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As an addition to your story...the night you spoke up concerning the Rocket and frozen pees, I happened to be one of the brother's trying to calm the Rocket down, as he drunkenly ranted and raved that he wanted to meet this Dave kid in a corn field and "put steel through his chest. I want blood," he screamed over and over. Keep in mind the Rocket had just been tossed from an AGR party and was bloody, beaten, and sported an impressive black eye; and was wearing ripped clothing from the fight. After we thought we had him calm, he began slamming the bag of frozen pees on his forehead, causing the bag to explode everywhere. He then made a break for the side door in an attempt to run back to AGR and "taste blood!" A few brothers and I tackled him, and held him down right in front of the door. The Rocket was screaming like a mental patient. Precisely at this moment, our brother Matt Stanley opens the sidedoor. He just happened to be on a date with a nice girl who commented "I haven't been to a frat house since freshmen year." Don't worry, Matt said, "it's not like the movies. It's really more a place where a good bunch of guys live together - no reason to be nervous."
Well, at the sight of a beaten rocket being held down by multiply people, the girl was terrified - Stanley slammed the sidedoor, took the girl in the front door, and still managed to hook up on his couch.
We were able to restrain the Rocket until he passed out. All was well again inside the house with the steps that go down.
-Ben Rupp a.k.a The Rush Chair
Thank you rush chair for that great account. It is a classic story, and to this day I have no clue what Dave Styles did to him. Odds are it was probably nothing.
Don't forget about Tremors Trivia on the walkie-talkies in North Carolina.
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