Cj's

So I'm in this creative writing - poetry/short fiction class... Um, yeah... And I have to (supposed to) write every day for at least a half hour or whatever. Well, CJ's kinda interfered with this, so I decided the bar was worthy enough of a poem. I doubt my professor likes it, I'm not really sure if it qualifies as an objective poem as the assignment asked, but whatever, I'm damn proud of us girls! --Bree

The dollars spent on beer we drank
For fourteen days our mouths we sank
With Sharpie on the basement table
We proved the world the Lab was able!
Look in the bathroom, our marks' there, too,
Consumed in too much Wiedemann brew.
This two week walk a black and a half made
More money was given with cover we paid
From Spencer to Freisen and other fun bands
Cj's is permanently marked on our hands.
Finally the fourteen day was here
Our bodies still drunk off thirteen days beer
With pride and smiles the tshirts we got
Are just a small token of this life we had sought
Cause it meant so much more than our alcoholic lives
It was about a celebration, the stories of us five
Best friends who will soon become sad adults
Looking around cause it's just not our faults
But CJs was there for us, for fourteen days straight
Those days over again, forever we'll wait.

Quack... Quack... Quack!

This post is devoted entirely to that glorious shot from Mac 'n Joes known as the Demon Duck. If you mix one part Jagermeister, one part Firewater, and one part Goldschlager (just cuz its pretty!) you will know the true greatness that is this esophagus burning, sinus clearing, cinnoman-ey delicious drunken delight-- but make sure you put it in a small kitchen glass. Now how's that for adjectives? Truth be told, I had to ask my friendly bartender what was in the Demon Duck because on the Mac 'n Joes shot menu board, they chose to write ridiculous comments instead of telling you the ingredients. So here, my friends, is a compilation of Demon Duck Descriptions (if you will...) for your reading pleasure. And also a picture of Mitch.

• It's like the song that doesn't end... on LSD.
• It's like getting an apple pie in the mail.
• It's like turning 23... at work.
• It's like the kind of movie you don't bother seeing in the theater... you wait for the DVD... and then rent it... by yourself.
• It's like two midgets dueling with sledgehammers in four feet of water.
• It makes you feel better when you don't get the puppy you always wanted.
• It's like when the kitchen makes you drunk.
• It's like transcending Time, but not Space.
• It's like an orgasm in your mouth... just not your orgasm.
  

The Best Night of College. EVER.

Greek Week was a huge success for the Omega gals... after taking 1st in Puddle Pull last Sunday, the day only got sweeter when we placed 3rd in Bandstand (although the general consensus in the Greek Community is that we were ROBBED... because MIAMiTunes is a flippin sweet concept, whoever thought of it. Oh right, that was me. But to be fair, Danielle did all actual work as choreographer.
To celebrate, our good friend Alex invited us all over to the Phi Psi house for a quiet gathering of friends. Sandy, Smees, LC, D and I all piled in the Grocery Getter around 11, and upon arriving realized we were not properly attired AT ALL. The rain was pouring and everyone was sliding down the hill in front of the frat house. Naturally, we could not pass up such an oppurtunity, so Smitty and I booked it back to the Lab to acquire some large men's shorts and grubby t-shirts for the gang. Well, excpet for Danielle. She thought it best to just go for it in her Lucky Jeans, which are now sliced to bits. They are kinda hot, not gonna lie. The party really got started once we were changed. All the Phi Psi's chanted our sorortity letters as we descended the hill, face first. It was AWESOME. We ran back into the house to get some more Natty's and then went out to do it again, but not before taking pictures with CJ and "Sexy Fingers," our bandstand boys.
After mudsliding, a large group of muddy people gathered in the now filthy chapter room to sing drinking songs while certain individuals bonged more burrrs. There was also a great deal of Natty and cheap Champagne sprayed/poured on everyone in the room. I learned the hard way that Natty BURNS when it gets in your eyes--but it was worth it. Hell Ya. So here is our new favorite little diddy: Here's to Brother Renshaw, Brother Renshaw, Brother Renshaw! Here's to Brother Renshaw, who's with us tonight! He's happy, he's jolly! HE's FUCKED UP BY GOLLY! Here's to Brother Renshaw who's with us tonight! Soooooo... DRINK MOTHERFUCKER! DRINK MOTHERFUCKER! DRINK!
Yeah, we sang that song about a million and a half times. And no, it still has not gotten old. Around 1, we skipped our way back up High Street, singing, taking photos, and embarassing Sarah Belew. She was in Starbucks, so we made her come out to take our picture and hear us sing our favorite song. The lesson here folks, is ALWAYS go out when u don't have a huge exam/paper/project due, because you never know what might happen... you could come home covered in mud after having the best night of your life!