Last year on a sunny February day we decided to switch it up for a change, and get drunk. Triple's parents were hosting the Yacht club ski party that weekend and we were all in town for the Mardi Gras festival that was going on. The weather was great and the snow was even better, it made for a great time.
I flew out of RDU that friday at 9:30am and was scheduled to land in Buff. 5pm or so. I had a layover in Philly and landed about 11:30 and had a hour to kick it. You guessed it, I ran straight to the first bar I could find. Sitting at the counter, I was watching the weather and noticed that a huge weather system was headed for NY that did not look promising. While sipping my Grey Goose and grapefruit some random person gets on the PA announcing that my flight had been delayed another hour no biggie, I'll have a another please. long story short I was shit faced at around 4:30pm because my flight was delayed like four freekin times (I cant really remember) and the airlines were now shutting down various north east airports. so, I called Triple worried I was not going make it, to find out that the system was nowhere near Ithaca NY, and some of his frat brothers were coming into EVL that night. I jumped up all wobbly stumbled to the ticket counter, all smelling like booze and demanded to be on the next flight to Ithaca. It must be my charm and articulate speech that wooed the lovely Sharon because she was kind enough to get her manager and then the manger got her supervisor. The three lovely airline women explained to me that Ithaca was not a connecting city and that I was going to have to pay $122.97 (telling a drunk college kid this is like telling him they stopped distilling liquor) to get to Ithaca so I called mom. You see mom has owned travel agencies for like thirty some years and if any one could talk to corporate it would be her. she made the phone call and poof no fee. I got back in line went to the same three lovely ladies form the great city of Philadelphia and explained my situation. One women laughed, and said "you are soooo cool, we will get right on printing your ticket Mr. Fresh." I was all like, yeah that's how you get that respect round here, dood.
I hopped the flight, rolled into Ithaca to find out that my bags were gone baby gone....FUCK! Filled out the bag form, still wasted, ran to the car to meet John and Max, and rolled to the gas station for the essentials...a 12 pack of blue of course. I had been drunk all day, why let a great buzz go to waste, fuck that! After some much needed adult sodas and a two hour car ride in a freekin' blizzard, we had finally arrived!!!!!!! The next two days were filled with more drinking, John fighting a bouncer, and me successfully eliminating "allllllll the beers." which now brings us full circle to day three. Saturday night, it must have snowed a good 26 inches, the slopes were covered in snow and so was the deck. Because Triple's parents were hosting the ski party it was our job to clear the deck. we were going to use the snow blower but the stupid fucker decided to go all dead (which was a good thing) we had to do it by hand. Now you see this deck is big and wraps around the whole house, you know it's one of those quaint little 10,000 square foot ski homes. I think we got done with half and decided to treat ourselves to a beer. While sitting on the deck someone decides to mention that we could use the rest of the snow to create a beer pong table, and thats what we did. We may be drunks but we are creative in our drinking activities, we take this shit seriously! We all got to work and even the neighbor kids got involved with the big dig. That day Triple and I were a dominating force on the coolest beer pong table ever to be constructed and think we went like 11-1. Smoking all those chumps that stepped to this. I believe our team name was, Team Vagina Werewolf, but we were far from vaginas. Maybe one with super beer pong skills....awwwww yeah! this table was such a hit even the adults got into the mix and business man Nate was taking side action. The weekend was a great success to say the least.
So, if you ever get dumped on turn it into a beer pong tablez, but don't let B-Rad play he cheats!
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