We rode, we drank, and are ready to do it again in the Fall. This year has been a great one for SOS'ers alike, whether you came on a few cabin trips or participated on the float with us down the American River, let's take a look at some of the more memorable memories we just can't really remember...
C'mon and float with us down the American River...
On this years float, we were accompanied by both Santa Cruz's board club and a few members of Cal's crazies. Our first night of debauchery consisted of dominate consumers and competitions to solidify already standing ranks of glory. As new members and old members mingled, wieners and meat were thrown on the barbee and music was played until the wee hours of the morning. Our behavior apparently didn't change a whole lot from our last float, and eviction threats were once again directed towards our group.
As sleepy members awoke in the morning either by lack of blankets or the sounds of die plinking in cups, preparations for the float were on its way. Three kegs accompanied the rafts along with over a hundred Snow Club enthusiasts, about 30 noodle bongs, multiple whistles and not a whole lotta sunscreen. The float took about four hours to complete, but to floaters it seemed like a few minutes. Time flew as water guns obliterated drinks and as people were swept under the rafts by powerful currents. The danger involved in Float Trip never phased any Snow Club members; I feel like we thrive with dangerous situations.
As the float came to an end, so did many of our recollections. Stumblers stumbled into the bus to drive us home and began to start sing a longs to pass the time...
"I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango!!"
Houseboats 2K10
Are there even words to describe what went down over the Memorial Day weekend? 26 good friends, 20 American flags, 5 kegs, two bathrooms, multiple injuries and a few hundred pictures to blatantly remind us of what we probably want forgotten.
We knew it was going to be a great trip when we almost got thrown off our boat literally 10 minutes after we pulled out of the dock. In a panic, 7 people ran up to the "sex layer" or the padded upper part of the boat, and about 8 people ran into...a closet? Low and behold, the police officers came onto the boat and found all of our stowaways. Let me tell you, he was so thoroughly impressed with our beanpackage skills, he let us go!
Actually, he told us to drop off about ten people. And we did, but not at the dock, that was too far. We just let them go explore some island...with poison oak...oops.
Once the carpooling and shuffling was over, we all made it to Slaughterhouse Island. Because of the heavy rains and great pow we had this winter, the water level at the lake was about 10-15 feet higher than it was last year. In other words there was no beach but rather steep, dangerous cliffs we either got over by ropes or wobbly planks. The first night we were on the far side of the island, in which the only way we could get to another human being was a trek through the forest - which was really interesting with no flashlight.
The next day we learned from our mistakes and made our way to Slaughterhouse around 1pm. With our prime spot and excellent WOMP WOMPS that reverberated over all other boats, our night began and our memories left us.Monday morning was a tough one. Who doesn't fucking hate Mondays?* I know I do, but on houseboats it's a different kind of hate. It's the hung-over-where-are-my-pants-whats-this-shit-on-my-face-ughh-I'm-bleeding-WHERE-IS-MY-EYE-BROW!, type of hate. On this special Monday we attempt to find all that was lost (with very little return rate) and clean the boat. Let's not even go into details about cleaning. All I can say is...poop. Lots of it.
Spring quarter is always way too much fun for members and staffers alike, but all good things come to an end. But as they say, when one door closes, another door opens. And that door my friends, is the Winter season quickly approaching.
*http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/eab643de2f/ifh-mondays-from-nicholaus-goossen-nick-swardson-and-david-spade
On this years float, we were accompanied by both Santa Cruz's board club and a few members of Cal's crazies. Our first night of debauchery consisted of dominate consumers and competitions to solidify already standing ranks of glory. As new members and old members mingled, wieners and meat were thrown on the barbee and music was played until the wee hours of the morning. Our behavior apparently didn't change a whole lot from our last float, and eviction threats were once again directed towards our group.
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