Apparently some people have more than just Miller Lite and Hot Dogs.
Posted by John at October 31, 2007 11:19 AMMy favorite memories of tailgating (really the only distinct ones) are biking home completey 'faced on Rt. 1. A cop tried to pull me over once - yeah, on my bike - and I remembered that you actually CAN get a DUI on a bike. So when he asked for ID, I was like, "I don't have a license. That's why I'm on a bike." He asked if I was 21, and I was like, "No, I'm 24." Eventually he figured, I think, that if I was straight enough to sucessfully be a prick, then I could probably bike to Rhode Island Ave.
Now don't get me wrong, I have lots of great memories that involve you guys. But it's mostly fuzzy games of beer pong, Mike cooking something that I think had a sauce on it, or maybe it was a sausage, that time I didn't know who Jessica Simpson was, and lots of giggling like an idiot. These are not clear memories. So I should adjust my statement - my best memories of tailgating are that it happened. My clearest ones are ducking out of Biking-under-the-influence charges from CP cops.
I can't even remember what the main entrance street at campus is called. Wow.
Posted by: McCreary at October 31, 2007 06:31 PM