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!"

 

 

always, always respect beer. nobody likes a jackass.

Morale fundamentally decreases as time to consume beer decreases.

It's science.

As students stare their favorite frosty beverage in the face, it's almost as though the bottle mocks us with the same unrelenting refrain, "Drink coffee, not beer. Study!"

Justin gettin' his taste on

Here in SOS we try to integrate beer in our everyday lives.  I'm not saying that we're a load of belligerent drunks who do nothing all day but play beer die and argue about what English word is weirdest to say 100 times in a row; that's only on the weekends.  During the week you can find a number of members and staffers alike in UC Davis' unique Beer and Brewing class - or FST 3.  Many Old Schooler's have gone on to become brewers: take Justin Peck, 2006-2007 President.  He's now in Bend Oregon studying to become a brew master.  Or Joe Mendoza, 2007-2008 Publicity officer - Joe was recently hired at Lagunita's Brewery in Petaluma after receiving a recommendation from the FST 3 professor.  These are just a few examples of how beer has influenced not everyday life but also a way of life after college that's not considered alcoholism.

That's why when I stumbled across this website, I was inspired to inform all you other beer-lovers out there that this is a fantastic resource that is not only entertaining to read but shit you should probably educate yourself with.

beeradvocate.com

With a new crop of noobs in the midst, check out this link on how to pour your satisfying carbonated beverage, seek advice from:

steps to a perfect pint

And remember:

I am not an alcoholic. Damn straight. The politically correct term is "champion of beer" and we individually chant this every night before we go to bed.

Joe reminding us that mustaches are this season's MUST

By the way, the weirdest word to say 100 times in a row is 'knives'.  Try it.