On Saturday, we went to Central Missouri State to get a tour of Alpha Chapter. Most of the buildings there were named after Brothers. Not only did Gene Seevers speak, an even older Alpha Brother was there. At that reception, it was announced that next year’s Alumni Convention will be in Orlando. On the way back, we decided to stop at the cemetery to see the grave sites of our founders and another important Brother. We reached the cemetery, got out of the bus into the 100 degree heat and started looking for the tombs. We were told that they could be seen from a flagpole, so that’s where we started. After about 10 minutes of us looking around hurting our feet on the burnt grass, someone figured out that we were in the wrong cemetery. We were looking for five-foot tombs in a field of flat stones. Only Phi Sigma Pi Brothers could end up at the wrong cemetery. We eventually found the correct site and it was nice to the final resting place of these great men. The bus ride back to the hotel was too hilarious for me be catch up on my sleep.
Business went smoothly on Saturday and we adjourned before 11. Yes, we were done for the weekend. What better reason to celebrate? We headed back out to Westport. We hung out in one of the bars until around 3. Just before last call, the 18 of us all did a SoCo and lime shot. The bartender put all of the glasses (yes, unlike most Philly bars, they were actually shot glasses) in a row. It was an amazing site. Right before we left, Gabe signed the bar with our letters.
The plan was for the taxi to stop at McDonald’s on the ride home. Maybe we could have another $63 bill this year. Unfortunately, the first MickeyD’s we stopped at was closed, and the line at the next one was too long to wait in (we didn’t need a $50 cab fare). Plan B was to order some food from Munchies which claimed to open from 4:20 to 4:20. The $9 delivery fee did not deter the 5 drunken Brothers who were hungry. Even though it was only 3am, they didn’t answer the phone. No food for usL.
We then decided to go hang out in the sauna again, but as we were passing the supposedly closed pool, we saw a bunch of Brothers and decided to join in. Between that time and 7am a bunch of Brothers came and went. When the security guard came by at 5 to open the pool, he didn’t say anything (It was shocking and relieving to be “caught” by security guards at GC and not get in any sort of trouble). Many were just passing through the area and didn’t have bathing suits with them, so they just jumped in wearing jeans. The funny thing is, hours later (while a couple of us were hanging out in the hot-tub part of the pool area); the security guard came by and said that there had been reports of people wearing street clothes in the pool. We of course denied this accusation (although I’m pretty sure a couple people were still wearing their pants…good thing there were bubbles).
The best part was the 5am speech that others have already mentioned. “It’s 5am, the pool is officially open and I’m in the pool in my jeans.” It’s always funnier when people you don’t expect to even be drunk are in the pool in their clothes.
After leaving the pool around 7am, Gabe, Brad and I had some breakfast in the hotel. It was pretty good, though I don’t think it was worth 13 bucks. After breakfast, I showered and finally went to sleep at 9am.
Business went smoothly on Saturday and we adjourned before 11. Yes, we were done for the weekend. What better reason to celebrate? We headed back out to Westport. We hung out in one of the bars until around 3. Just before last call, the 18 of us all did a SoCo and lime shot. The bartender put all of the glasses (yes, unlike most Philly bars, they were actually shot glasses) in a row. It was an amazing site. Right before we left, Gabe signed the bar with our letters.
The plan was for the taxi to stop at McDonald’s on the ride home. Maybe we could have another $63 bill this year. Unfortunately, the first MickeyD’s we stopped at was closed, and the line at the next one was too long to wait in (we didn’t need a $50 cab fare). Plan B was to order some food from Munchies which claimed to open from 4:20 to 4:20. The $9 delivery fee did not deter the 5 drunken Brothers who were hungry. Even though it was only 3am, they didn’t answer the phone. No food for usL.
We then decided to go hang out in the sauna again, but as we were passing the supposedly closed pool, we saw a bunch of Brothers and decided to join in. Between that time and 7am a bunch of Brothers came and went. When the security guard came by at 5 to open the pool, he didn’t say anything (It was shocking and relieving to be “caught” by security guards at GC and not get in any sort of trouble). Many were just passing through the area and didn’t have bathing suits with them, so they just jumped in wearing jeans. The funny thing is, hours later (while a couple of us were hanging out in the hot-tub part of the pool area); the security guard came by and said that there had been reports of people wearing street clothes in the pool. We of course denied this accusation (although I’m pretty sure a couple people were still wearing their pants…good thing there were bubbles).
The best part was the 5am speech that others have already mentioned. “It’s 5am, the pool is officially open and I’m in the pool in my jeans.” It’s always funnier when people you don’t expect to even be drunk are in the pool in their clothes.
After leaving the pool around 7am, Gabe, Brad and I had some breakfast in the hotel. It was pretty good, though I don’t think it was worth 13 bucks. After breakfast, I showered and finally went to sleep at 9am.
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