a little poem for you

 

'Twas the night of First Big, and no one had slept,

Red Bulls were downed with students dancing to dubstep.

The chairs were set up in Freeborn with care,

In hopes that free schwag would be tossed in the air;

The staff were nestled backstage with their fingers crossed,

While they had visions of members catching what they had tossed;

Members brought their steeze, and I brought the beer,

And we all brought our hopes for good snow this year,

When finally the doors they opened without a fit,

And members filed in to win their free shit.

Away to the stage they flew like a flash,

Ran booth to booth to add to their stash.

The microphone boomed for everyone to sit down,

Then Doody ran around and danced like a clown,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But some free vibrators, wads of cash and a flask that holds beer!

With little nimble hands, so lively and slick,

Staff through out the schwag that was picked up REAL quick.

Once the scramble was over (it didn't take very long),

An informational video was soon turned on;

Members were informed of what the club had to give,

This is what we do, and this is how we live:

"Now, KEGS! now, DANCING! now, DUBSTEP and EXPERIMENTATION!

On, TAHOE! on RIDING! on, WIENERS and RAGING!

To the top of the mountain! to the very last call!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before have withered and died,

When they meet with a beer, mount to the sky,

Winter is almost here, you can feel it in the air,

With the cars full of people, playing padiddle on the way there.

Tahoe can be considered a magical place,

If you don't agree with us we might shit on your face.

Okay, we might not shit on your face but we can't stress enough,

If you wanna roll with the big kids you gotta be tough.

 We have a lot of things that are planned 

And it's lookin good this season,

And no, lil' mama, I ain't teasin'.

So get your passes now

to Alpine and Homewood,

 Then roll with us DEEP and feel REAL good.

But first go to Ground Zero and get all your gear,

Dress up in fur, neon, skin - whatever, but don't forget the beer.

Bring your mustaches, mullets, beer coozies and cash,

We may act really slow but we live life fast.

So fill out those member forms, 

write everything down,

Because if there's one thing we don't do,

ITS FUCK AROUND.

"Happy Winter to all, and to all a black-out!"