all drunk things must come to an end

You know what they say. When one door closes, another one opens...or some bullshit like that.  Metamorphism is taking place right before my eyes - the Ski or Snowboard club is revamping their image with newer (definitely not sexier) staffers.

But who the hell paved the way, little ones?  If it wasn't for the Old School passing down secrets of shenanigans, the correct way to cup the balls n' titties during a bull run, how to gracefully piss yourself and still act like a winner - I know you would all be lost.

So here's a toast to the one's who are one step closer to semi-responsible living, and 12 steps behind what most people would call sobriety after college.

Four years ago, I would have never of thought that a school club would have such an impact on me.  I was a pathetic, scared, oblivious freshmen (just as all are), wanting to JUST FIT IN! Northern California was quite a change from my toasty nest down South, and I thought everyone sucked ass.

We live life NAKED

Now let me tell you - ass is definitely not what they sucked (but did flaunt on a nightly basis).  On the contrary, when I arrived at the First Big Meeting in October of 2007 (Fuck, time flies), I knew I had found the people I was looking for.

And here I am.  Four years later, still behind in school work and like many SOSer's, taking my schooling to a fifth year.  But to be honest, it was worth every god damn, belligerently unsober minute of it. 

Every class I barely scraped by in, every 5:30am boards I dragged my ass to, every pair of wrinkled balls I saw, every 22 hour AllCal bus ride I endured, every mind-altering conversation we had, every sink I puked in, every titty I twisted, every pair of pants I almost shit, EVERY moment - safe as balls or down to earth - I enjoyed with these fine people.




I suppose you could call us a small incestuous family or the group with everlasting energy.  Whatever our mantra may be, SOS staff can never be replaced.  We are simply just ever-morphing and ever-creating what is sure to be one of the finer institutions the UC Davis campus amazingly let us become, and will ever witness.


Don't think any of you new staffers will get rid of us that easy.  Someone has to babysit your asses during AllCal to show you how a REAL SOS party doesn't stop (and how to continue to rape Santa Barbara in everything possible).

So with my final blog entry, I hope that the new crop of fresh leaders keeps things real - real tight and real wet.  I expect to be graced with a beerbong every cabin trip I crash and a complementary vag-coozie on AllCal in the Old School private suite.  That's right, motherfuckers, you heard what I said - PRIVATE SUITE.  The people below have been holdin' it down for the past few years, now it is your time to keep it naked, schwasty, and most of all....

SAFE.  VERY SAFE.

Just as Tupac graced us with his words, 

"What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today

if the old school didn't pave the way"

El Presidente I had the pleasure of knowing since the very beginning.

To the dick (and first friend) I met in line @FBM 2007.

To the guy who ran the best safety meetings.

I actually don't really like this guy.

The the most white-washed Asian I know

To the best dance partner a girl could ever ask for.

The least-beezy beez I've had the pleasure meeting

To the guy who can do backflips!

To the only robot ANY club had.

HOOOWWWWWEELLLLLYYY!!!

To the girl who is more of a cat than I am.

The girl who supplied us with ever-lasting energy.

To the girl who's shin went THROUGH HER LEG.

I'll let you take the microphone from me one day, Haley ;)

To my favorite homies - MACKATINA REPRESENT.

A newer staffer, but essentially eccentric non-the-less.

And this is my 'I love you guys', thumbs-up.

 

 I wouldn't have wanted to do my college years any other way.  Thanks for fuzzy memories and unfathomable fun you all showed me.  T-party, out.