Ski or Snowboard Club at UC Davis

All Cal Testimonial #1

2011-10-16T23:15:00.000-07:00

The following testimony is from All Cal 2009 - Park City, UT by Elise Miller, a third year transfer:

"Let's just say that as a 3rd year transfer student, Davis is not the easiest place to find your niche. I mean, they have welcome events that mix you among groups of freshmen--and transfer dorms that do the same--but after you've already lived away from home for two years, the last thing you really want to do is be thrown in the same category as a bunch of 18-year-olds who've just realized they can drink their faces off and no parent is going to scold them. However, this is exactly the environment I entered when I began here at Davis and after two months of it, I saw no better way out than to drop out of school. And that is when I saw the three bold letters, S-O-S on a chalkboard in SciLec 123 (because, yes, I was also in a freshman class). Beneath the letters, they boasted some trip they referred to as "The All Cal" and after checking out their website--I was in. Not knowing a single person out of the 100+ kids that UC Davis brought to the event (besides my sister who I forced out of coercion to come with me), I loaded the bus to Park City and let's just say, the rest is history.

No, but really, it was. With a 30 rack under every other bus seat, how could it not be? Being scared shitless (although completely understandable when you don't know a single person you're about to spend a week with) truly should not be a factor when trying to make the decision of whether or not you should go on All Cal. Every night for seven nights you will have the night of your life--or at least I did. Everything from snow volleyball, to snow sculptures, to flip-cup races, to race the mountain, to dirty (very dirty) dancing was amazing whether I took part in them or not. There's not much else I can say as far as what to expect but I can say some things about what not to expect. Don't expect to be bored, because there's always something going on. Don't expect to sleep, because aside from the afternoon nap that might slip in, there isn't much of that. Don't expect to be left out, because there are so many people, you'll always find someone. And, most importantly, don't expect for it to be a waste of your money because--trust me--it will be the best $650 you will ever spend. For me, $650 was a small price to pay to avoid dropping out of college."

If you have a story you'd like to share, please email it to sospres@gmail.com

all drunk things must come to an end

2011-04-26T23:30:00.000-07:00

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.

when life gives you ponchos, you fucking dance to mariachi!

2011-02-02T15:24:00.000-08:00

And another cabin trip down!

The 29 days of sad, snow-less weather never dampened our spirits. As we prayed to the snow gods for a gracious gift of pow, we danced the night away in apparel from around the world. While Friday night was meant solely for UC Davis Ski Club members, friends from around Truckee and fellow staffers from Santa Cruz filed in to our doors for a wild night of yelling, noise complaints and of course the standard shit-stained bathroom floor caused by a mysterious, inebriated drunkard confused as to where to put his (or her!) ass cheeks...any information on our shit suspect will get free sexual favors via Branderson.

Sombrero time!

Many newcomers flocked the shag-carpeted interior of our 70’s cabin. A refreshing amount of foreign exchange students made their faces – and drinking capabilities – known to the rest of us. What a riot they are - of course the Irish do it right!

Midway through the night, Santa Cruz and Davis decided to do good ol’ fashioned boat race. To recap, boat racing is finishing a beer in a red cup as fast as you possibly can. If you haven’t heard the news – yes, Dewy Cox is dead.

Digressing. Davis indubitably kicks major ass at, well, basically everything, but boat racing is our specialty.

SHELLY!!!!

While the cops deterred levels of fun for a momentary hiatus, it did not dampen anyone's spirits - although I DO remember a soulless individual getting his panties in a bunch after he had not gotten everyone to do what he had wanted - but that too, is digression. Yes, the speakers were put away, but SOSer's from around the world kept their groove on...ESPECIALLY when spirits were substantially raised once we had seen that the snow gods had answered our prayers. It was snowing! Holy shit hole, white stuff was actually sticking! (And no, we're not talking about that crap your boyfriend got all over your favorite shirt last night).

Cleaning was not half as bad as our cabin we rented on the MLK weekend. It's amazing how an extra night with some of your best buds can take a cabin's messiness past the threshold of absolutely disgusting. Because it had snowed a good 5", the long driveway made for treacherous travels towards the carpools. Injuries ranged from fractured elbows to sprained ankles (some which may or may not have been directly related to the driveway, but made the slope that much more dangerous.)

Because of the danger - we made a Robot carry our kegs down

Half of the cabin-goers decided to mob to Alpine to enjoy the days fresh powder while the other half thought it necessary to get back home for some much deserved sleep. Another successful weekend in Tahoe down, another two more to go. I hope to see you all there!

Hey. I'm a cat.

a little poem by branderson

2011-01-20T19:57:00.000-08:00

The tale of MLK last week has been told
By now you must on the 2nd trip be sold

While cabin 1 stole the narrative show
The 2nd cabin has a tale you should know

Whilst planning this trip Berdjis must have thought
"I'll put the quiet folk together and the complaining shall be naught!"

But when we arrived with carloads of booze
There was not even one resident who drempt of a snooze

We fell into groups and beer games did commence
We convinced all to play, even those on the fence

Names were exchanged and relationships did blossom
It was at this moment we knew cabin 2 was most awesome

Still, interest arose about cabin 1
Were they laughing, drinking, were they having fun?

Most of us wondered about sweet goings on
Is it somewhere that we'd want to party till dawn?

Yet before we could even check out the fuss
and perform a cabin 2 mass exodus

A scout returned with words that turned our eyes bright
"It's boring over there, they're all high as a kite!"

"Quiet cabin! Quiet cabin!" echoed off of the walls
Now we knew it was us having all of the lols

Socials were declared with shit-loads of pride
As we all were hitting our binge drinking stride

Of course we all knew our triumph would end
After all there were more people to meet and befriend

Cabin 2 had much more, oh no that part was not it
But if you were not there, tough titties, tough shit

For the secrets remain with its residents of glory
Plus I'm out of mad rhymes for this cabin trip story.

mmmm...mlk

2011-01-19T19:05:00.000-08:00

As many of you may have already heard, SOS's MLK cabin trip was out of control this last weekend. With two cabins and about 100 people, how could the recipe not call for a little debauchery?


I remember MY first cabin trip!

Friday night was when the magic began. Some caravans headed out to Tahoe early in the morning in order to catch some lifts up the mountain while others had to wait behind and finish up classes. Nonetheless, everyone arrived by 10pm Friday night with at least two bottles in hand and a shit eating grin on their face. Within the first few hours we had puke spewed on staffers backpacks and chunks blown in the hot tub downstairs.

Yup, it was time for cabin trip season to commence.

Saturday morning was a doozy. Many people awoke in areas of the house they didn't know existed, while some people woke up to people they didn't even know were on the trip. We had the hungover-as-fuck group who decided to stay in for the day while the other half took a gander at trying to shred. Many failed at attempting to be productive human beings while only the strong survived the day at Alpine. As Friday night gave many a run for their money, Saturday night blew some people minds....and loads.

A lil' SB & Davis lovin' going on

The theme was BLT - No, no, we weren't doused with our favorite fried fatty pig meat and veggies, we were in Boxers, Lingerie and Towels! We're so damn creative, we'll admit it.

While some men in boxers, some women in bras and just others in mullets grooved to some Deadmou5, the night was soon carried away with Beer Olympics. We had a plethora of new and upcoming teams this year. Vatican City had vanished under a sea of tears and last years champ, the IRA, was M.I.A. Both teams were replaced by newer groups such as: Team Ottoman Empire (AKA IRA); Team Acid, Team Old As Fuck, Team Sweden, and of course Team Iowa (forgive me if I'm missing a few, I too was drunk as fuck).

As opening ceremonies were about to commence, tension began to heighten. Adrenaline pumped through each shot-gunners veins as he/she prepared him/her self for a night of heavy, competitive drinking.

The only way to open any ceremony - shotgun!

War waged. Boat races were finished under 3 seconds. Quarters were plunked into unsuspecting shot glasses. Shots were fired during furious games of beer ball. And I'm pretty sure one person died whilst muttering the unforgiving word 'bizz'. When all was said and drunk, Team Old As Fuck prevailed, showing the youngsters how to drink a damn beer...and drink it good.

But the weekend wasn't over! Oh no, my friends. We were in for the long haul - for a three day marathon. Although Sunday morning proved to be slightly more brutal than the morning before, the third night was what separated the men from the wieners.

I am DEFINITELY not a wiener

About a quarter of the people staying in cabin one had left which opened up some crucial rage-space. There was now room for more activities than ever before while combining a slightly more comfortable sleeping situation for all. Although the night was theme-less, there still seemed to a sparse supply of pants and shirts...which seems to be the standard protocol during a theme-less night.

Dupstep and old 90 classics blared on until the wee hours of the morn as some of the last standing tried to find a place on the crowded floor to sleep (many had even resulted to sleeping in closets). Even with only 3 hours of sleep, the die hards were awoken to 'The Circle of Life', even though no life in them seemed to exist:

Nants Ingonyama Bagithi Baba!!

The cabin was then furiously cleaned from 8-11am. The breakables were removed from their hidden closet, scuffs were washed from the walls, and footprints from whatever dumbfuck decided to walk up the stairs covered in what seemed like train coal were sprayed and scrubbed away as best as they could've been. As teary eyed cabin-goers sluggishly dragged their feet towards the door, their livers sighed in rejoice:

The weekend was over.

The memories that can't be recalled in the house on Dollar Point will be lost in a haze of black, gray and red. But hey, that's what cameras are for.

And remember: ALWAYS heckle whenever possible

jacksons hole invaded by hundreds of ski club mongrels

2011-01-10T11:49:00.000-08:00

The 20 hour bus ride to Wyoming

Jackson's Hole received a gaping surprise this December when over 500 college students traveled 20+ hours from various places around California. UC Davis, Santa Cruz, Irvine, LA, Santa Barbara, San Diego and Riverside met December 12th in the winter wonderland state of Wyoming ready to engage in the rage.

Fortunately, Davis' bus ride was not delayed over 10 hours due to a closed 80 freeway as it was last year. We raged our little hearts the entire way, making new friends from different school, grades and countries. Davis represented the rambunctious Irish (oi!), Germans, Swedes, and of course the drunken Americans...just to name a few.

Look at all them foreigners!

Upon our arrival, groups of 6-10 people split up to go to their amazing condos that were all a short walk away from each other. Boarders and skiers alike were filled with giddiness when they realized each condo came with a balcony/patio, an assortment of beds, a heater, TV, plenty of bathrooms, a communal hot tub and of course a fridge full of cold beer (we don't eat food).

The first day's conditions weren't what many were expecting - the mountain was cold and icy and left little visibility at summit for less-than-fun times going down for a number of people. Injuries were reported, some of which included twisted ankles and torn ligaments, along with an arrest that led a Davis student to spend three nights in jail (with a $1000 bail) for something so completely bogus it pains me to even spend my valuable time thinking about it - a major buzz kill considering AllCal hadn't properly commenced yet.

But ALAS! There is no whining when you're hanging out with SOS. You either NUT UP or SHUT UP and do the best you can.

Which is exactly what we did.

The night of December 13th, a welcome party was planned in which all the UC students were invited. The theme was "Cowboy Beach Party" where members came scantily dressed ready for the beach and perhaps a long and hard ride on a black stallion. In short, lets just say it was a good one.

The Cow Boy Beach welcome Party

It was at this party where we had our competitions for boat racing and flip cup. For those of you who are a little behind on your drinking lingo, boat racing is when you drink a beer fast. REAL fast. I'm talking under 4 seconds if you wanna roll with the pros. Flip cup can seem a little less intense, but my friend, you are wrong. You are only as strong as your weakest player, so hope your suckiest recruit doesn't fuck up. The competitions that are held during AllCal establishes dominance and bragging rights for an entire year until the next AllCal. Many veterans take their drinking very seriously and will only recruit you to compete if you have a great track record or if you can fit an entire banana down your throat without triggering your gag reflex.

David can give you pointers

The lucky ones who were able to awake at a decent hour (before 12) and get to the mountain were rewarded. The next few days of riding proved to ski clubbers that Jackson Hole doesn't fuck around. Sunny, clear and powdery runs were laid out for riders all day. Many decided to hike the backside in search for fresh tracks - most were successful and were left satisfied in many ways. For the injured, the bar at base camp with drink specials and strong bloody marys proved to be a great hangout place where not only friends were seen, but was a fantastic place to meet [sexy] locals from around the area.

Other competitions such as Race the Mountain (1st place Davis!) snow sculptures (LA took the gold with Davis in third) and broom ball (which Davis took the gold in, 2nd year in a row!) were done on Wednesday day/night.

Broom Ball

After four steezy and orgasmic days of riding, the farewell party was ready to get going. With our very own staffer, Will Bauer (also known as Dubzilla) on the turn tables and a gang of other competitions, the night was already considered epic before it began.
Around 10pm, the dirtiest of all the dirtys you have ever seen or thought about, started. Dirty dancing in short is something that you need to see to believe. But unfortunately for those of you lames you didn't go on AllCal, you will never see any pictures, videos, etc. due to obvious reasons. As I have explained in other posts, it's basically a dancing competition except X-rated. With the rules of NO NIPS NO PUBES. But that's it.

After Dirty Dancing, the winners were announced. Davis had been 2nd three years in a row, falling short to Santa Barbara each year. As the announcers began to name off standings started from the bottom, everyone in the room seemed to be holding their breath.

It was down to the last three - Davis, Santa Barabara and Santa Cruz.

Who was the ultimate winner?

As soon as Santa Barbara's name was called for third place, it was enough to get every Davis student to change their pants. Happiness erupted as our dominance was clearly placed over the 5-time champs of AllCal. It was time for their reign to end - and END IT SHALL.

Allie and Branderson dancing in glee...with room for Jesus of course

When all was said and done, history repeated it self and Davis fell short of Santa Cruz. Considering that SC hadn't won an AllCal in many years and are very close friends of Davis, hard feelings were softened and were not as sharp as they were when Santa Barbara took the gold in Fernie, White Fish and Park City.

The trip is not only about winning, of course. When you come on AllCal, you not only get a dose of consistent riding, you also meet some of the coolest, down to earth, ready-to-rage with an IDGAF attitude, rad people. The atmosphere that surrounds trip-goers completely whisks them away from present reality and warps them into ski club-ality (a much more preferred type of living that most people can survive for about a week at a time). The people you meet and the scenery that you get to see will maybe change your perspective of snow sports and the people who love doing them (aka we're AWESOME). AllCal is the greatest, most unique and intense trip that many will ever go on.

Who am I shitting....it IS all about winning! We'll see you next year, Santa Cruz. Be ready to give up that solid gold trophy to your friendly neighbors at Davis.

now THIS is a true winner.

If you think THIS weekend was rad, Check out what we could probably do after NorCal

the real story of david hackett: part I

2010-12-10T20:01:00.000-08:00

David Hackett. The legend begins long ago, almost 1 whole year, in Park City, Utah.

Following a day of riding, a cold afternoon was spent with THE Bloody Mary in a local mountain bar. All was great; we had a buzz going on, Guardo the head chef had brought us a complimentary shrimp platter and my hangover was almost gone. As my friend Joe and I were enjoying a marry afternoon sipping down happiness, something told me to look over my shoulder. It was though I felt the universe freeze time for this very moment, and then I saw him. The man in the black apron with that savvy haircut and those elegantly pierced ears. Man! Those studs!

"Why," I thought to myself, "this waiter looks strikingly similar to my good pal and fellow staffer David Hackett!"

I turned my head surprisingly to Joe, "What the FUCK is Hackett doing here working at this restaurant when he should be getting hammed with us?!"

"That's not David," Joe scoffed as he threw back another drink in disbelief. Deep down though, I knew he was pondering the same thing.

We both sat in silence not sure what to do. Here we were, on this epic ski trip that we took an entire year to plan, and David over here got a fucking job! It was ludicrous. Who would allow such a thing and better yet, how has David kept his secret for so long?

Racking our brains for answers, Joe turned to me. "There's only one way to find out. Let's call him over and order something from him."
The plot thickens.
Joe's hands shot up in the air and my voice called out over the crowed "HACKETT! You dirty boner, get over here!"

David looking as surprised as he could be

David's head snapped to the direction of our voices. He was close enough to me that I could see him mouth under his breath,
"Oh fuck."
He quickly dipped into the kitchen, hidden from our view.

Joe and I turned to each other. We were four, soon to be five Bloody Mary's deep, ready for some action.
"We need to go follow him!" I pleaded as Joe ordered another drink. Joe, dazed almost as though he had forgotten what had just happened, shrugged.
"He'll be here tomorrow. It's his job....right??" And with that he slammed down another drink and slapped the ass of the nearest girl, nearly falling out of his chair screaming, "WOOAAHH!!"

Back at the cabin I was still perplexed. Why was David working when we should be having an epic time on the slopes. I decided to dig deeper without my counterpart, Joe. I had to get to a computer, and fast.

It was 8:05pm on Tuesday night. Snow Volleyball was just about to start; surly mountain employees and staff would be preoccupied with tits flailing than with their important end-of-the-day figures to crunch. I stealthily climbed over stair railings toward Legends Bar and Grill where we had seen Hackett last. As I looked for a place of entry, a side door left ajar caught my eye. As I tuned my head I saw Guardo exiting the building, walking towards the ruckus [aka tits] at the volleyball quart. I took the opportune chance and slipped through the door he had forgot to close.

The first door I came to had a large sign on the front reading: EMPLOYEES ONLY

Bingo. David's file MUST be in here.

I hurriedly reached for the door handle.

"What do you sink you are dooooing zittle girl?" A cold, clammy, large palm tightly gripped my right shoulder. "Zit reads, employees only."

The hand gripped tighter and quickly spun me around so that I was face to face with my mystery man. He was a tall motherfucker, 6'4 or 6'9, white as Michael Jackson and as bald as Iain's vagina. He had a scar that ran from his left eyebrow, across his eye and down towards the bottom of his cheek. In a pinstriped suit, he stood with a cigar in the corner of his lips, stating into my heart with terrifying yet sophisticated class. He reeked of Axe body spray and lip gloss, two things that made me wonder where the nearest gay bathhouse was.

This is roughly what he looked like...without his pinstriped suit

"Vat are you doing hurr!!" He screamed into my ear. I was not about to let some backdoor wanna-be pansy try to intimidate me with his outlandish facade he was trying to scare me with.

"Fuck you, man! I WORK here!"

And with that he let me go, lifted his palm towards his heart as though he was touched by what I had said, and quickly swung it back around only to bitch-slap the fuck out of my delicate little cheek. The force behind his blow sent me sailing through the air and onto my ass further down the deserted hallway.

"Zoo not make meh angry, little vhite gurl!" He screamed again as spit was viciously launched in my direction. "Now tell meh, vhere iz David Hackett!"

I was still on the ground, dumb founded. We were both looking for the same person.

"I know where he is," I said boldly, "but first you need to tell me who YOU are. I'm not about to negotiate with some nameless chode head." His eyes glazed over with pure fury. His fist clenched into a bloodless, white ball.

"I....", he paused, "I am Vladimir....Vladimir Dzhamgerchinov. David Hackett owes a lot of people a lot of money." He then popped his cigar out of his thin lips and let it on fire. He slowly brought it back to his mouth in a creepy seductive-like manor and puffed on the large tobacco-filled stick.

"That kind of reminds me of what I saw Branderson do to my cat, the other day," I thought to myself. I still was on the cold floor, trying to see if there was anyway I could jet off and outrun Vladimir.

As my eyes wandered, I started to hear yelling coming from down the hallway. The shouts started getting louder and were soon accompanied by rapid gun fire.

“Vse zayebalo! Pizdets na khui blyad! Idi v pizdu, blya, mudak!!” One of the voiced shrieked as more rounds flew through the air.

I jumped up with a quickness, looked around for possible solutions but was interrupted by the sight of a grenade rolling towards my way. Vladimir was no fool. He had seen the grenade before it was thrown. He quickly swung me around with his man hands and pulled me through the Employees Only door.

"GET DOWN!!!!!!!" He screamed as we positioned ourselves behind stainless steel cupboards. A white flash ensued and my world went black.

.....to be continued

public service announcement: tabletopping

2010-11-18T11:27:00.000-08:00

Tabletopping. A great way to show up your friends, make yourself more attractive to the opposite sex and maybe even injure a wiener. More and more folk are picking up the sport and the prime tabletopping season is fast approaching but TAKE HEED!!


NOTE: Joe always deserves to be tabletopped

The Basics of Tabletopping
Table topping is a quick way for someone you generally like to see in pain, fall on their ass. It's simple. Grab a teammate who you trust (no wieners), delegate who's going to be the table and who's going to be the topper. Who ever is the "topper" will go up to someone who deserves to be pushed and distract them while the "table" stealthily sneaks behind the unsuspecting victim. The table will then get on all fours (like a table, DER) and position himself behind the victims legs. The "topper" will then proceed to pretend to like the victim and go in for a hug but instead gives a steady shove by placing his hands on the victims shoulders. The victim will then start to fall backwards but ALAS! He cannot catch his balance because the "topper" is already behind him acting as an obstacle that will eventually send the victim too the ground, on his ass.

Beware: The competitiveness of this sport can spiral out of control. Just a few weeks ago we had a fellow victim try to counter the tabletop by avoiding the table, but ended up finding a kitchen counter corner. Verdict? 9 staples to the dome.


Does the guy on the right look happy? NO.

Today, too many noob-toppers attempt tabletopping without observing S.H.I.T. What is S.H.I.T. you ask? S.H.I.T. is what makes tabletopping achieve the full LOLS it can. Lets look a little bit closer at S.H.I.T.

S. Begin with your SURROUNDINGS. What is your environment and what objects could potentially dent a skull or bruise an ass? Avoid trees, tables and cement as these can fuck your shit.
H. Next, we look at the HELPER. The helper is your table; your teammate. A good helper should know correctly when and where to position themselves for the topping. Choosing a retard for your helper will probably lead to fucking it up and most likely you losing most of your friends.
I. Think! Use your INTUITION when you tabletop. This is the hard part. Harder than a priest on a playground. The best tabletops occur when everyone sees you being cool and when the top-ee is least expecting it.
T. Finally, TAUNT. Rub it in their faces. Kick dirt or snow on them when they are down and certainly don't help them up. This keeps the desire for more tabletops high since someone is probably pissed off at you.

Now that you know the basics of tabletopping and the essence of S.H.I.T., go out and top with honor and bask! Bask in the glory of your victory and always be sure to watch your S.H.I.T.

And if you're still confused about what tabletopping is,

1) you're an idiot, and

2) Click here to see Tabletopping in ACTION!

This public service announcement was brought to you by Brian and Tara

faces of SOS...a masterpiece

2010-11-14T23:37:00.000-08:00

A quick collage of what happens when you party with SOS and when you don't take your shoes off.

a little poem for you

2010-10-25T21:56:00.000-07:00

'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.

2010-10-19T12:18:00.000-07:00

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.

we do it big. real BIG.

2010-09-23T18:02:00.000-07:00

Welcome back, Aggies! I hope you all enjoyed your summers and are stoked to get back into gear with SOS. We kicked off our year on Tuesday night at Theta Xi with our welcome party - over 1200 of you guys decided to come out and show us what you got! The night was full of excitement with some crunchy tunes playing by our DJ-EEN! on the dance floor and shotski's going around outside all night. By 10:30 the line to get in was out the door and around the corner of 'D' street. If you had brought your IDs and your party pants, though, I'm sure you were able to get in and see what all the talk was about. If you were on the dance floor most of the night - which I know a lot of you rascals were - you must have been there around 11:30pm when we had our "Dirty Dancing" competition. "What is dirty dancing?" you may innocently ask. There's no real way to actually describe what the competition may inquire, but if you dissect the name of the event and really dig deep into the inner meaning I'm sure some enlightenment will be blown past your way.

In short, no nips, no pubes, no problem.

Holly on the holy throne

Congrats to the winners, you received an "Ohmibod" vibrator. If you were really adament about winning but just was out-danced on Tuesday, you can always check out their website at www.OhMiBod.com OR come to our First Big Meeting to perhaps win a free one....? Chances are you'll probably walk out of Freeborn with at least one free item, vibrator or not.

And as true ragers may be concerned, you all raged your little hearts out and were kicked out by 12 am. Fortunately you didn't have to go home, you just couldn't stay at Theta Xi. Hundreds of students filed out of the tiny doorway as the fat men dressed like cops escorted us out. No matter - we all had a funky time seeing everyone again! Be sure to come to our upcoming events which you can check and double check at www.skiorsnowboardclub.com under events.

Red Bull! [FBM 2009]

Free shwag

Just a few reminders - we're having our FIRST BIG MEETING October 13th @ 8PM in Freeborn Hall. Like every year, we'll be throwing out thousands of dollars worth of schwag, we'll have our sponsors around so you can check out their gear (that you'll get at a discount!) and just as in years past, if you sign up for ALLCAL (see previous post if you're clueless) you'll have your $30 membership sign-up fee waived!! Super exciting, I know.

And lastly, if you haven't checked out what AllCal is, please do so. This trip could easily change the direction you take during your college career, let alone...YOUR LIFE. But seriously. Go to www.theallcal.com right now and enlighten yourself.

More free shwag!

allcal: do it. do it NOW.

2010-07-29T19:26:00.000-07:00

So for all the noobs out there, there's a little thing called Allcal that UC ski clubbers freak over. By simply uttering the word "Allcal", orgasms of unproportional proportions erupt from giddy veterans. This magical trip only happens once a year, but takes a good portion of those 365 days to plan the next one. During the first week of winter break (two days after the last final ends) 80-120 sos'ers cram into two buses and jet off to the holy destination. To illustrate how awesome this trip is, check out our last few Allcal's:

Pre-pub crawl, Fernie 2007

2006 Crested Butte, Colorado
2007 Fernie, BC
2008 Whitefish, Montana
2009 Park City, Utah

Imagine 700 rowdy snowbunnies eager to out-drink, out-board, out-yell, out-shnev, out-blaze, out-anything anyone can be better at, organized debauchery on snow. I wanted my first year of college to be a time where I made the friends that I was going to keep for the next four years. I came to school knowing absolutely no one, let alone anything about Davis. During an early morning Spanish class I noticed an advertisement on the chalk board for a 'Ski or Snowboard Club Fest' to Canada. My light bulb instantly went on....BUT it was $600. Something I didn't have. I wrote down the dates of the informational meeting just in case and decided to attend the meeting whether it was going to be for real or just for shits and giggles.
As I walked through the doors to the auditorium (after waiting in line for over an hour for a free lift ticket), I sat through a presentation that talked about what seemed to be THE MOST epic trip on this planet. Here's some seller points that really got to me:


I believe this was San Diego's creation [2007]

4 day lift ticket included for glorious riding time
Suites that housed you and 5-7 other people (new friends!)
Activities such as broomball, snow sculptures, race the mountain, and dirrty dancing
Beverages included
Members of UC Davis, Santa Cruz, Irvine, Riverside, Santa Barbara and San Diego all attend and mingle during the 2 parties thrown.
Did I mention these parties are epically themed?
PUB CRAWL

After the 24 hour-something bus ride, we finally made it to Canada. Sweet, sweet Canada. I knew that the week was going to be unusually sweet due to the fact that our welcome party was themed "America, Fuck Yeah". Only UC College students...
The riding was fantastic, the friends I made were unbelievable and the memories were forgotten (that's what cameras are for).
I don't think I could have asked much more out of a college trip; my everlasting shit-eating-grin is still slapped silly across my face.

Papa Kug's victory chug after Allcal 2008 - Whitefish

Allcal made me realize that ski club is hands down the most indescribable, rowdy, epic group of people that I had ever come across - so I went out for staff and have been here ever since.

To learn more about the trip that could easily launch your college years into the cataclysmal SUPER BEST of epic, check out:

www.theallcal.com

probably some of the best

2010-06-27T14:02:00.000-07:00

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

fresh meat

2010-04-23T01:34:00.000-07:00

And the noobs are in! Congratulations to all new staffers that were elected last Sunday (day-after-picnic-day-rage-factor was out of control), you came, you drank and you had balls on your shoulders. The decision on who to elect was extremely difficult and the race was close, there were many awesome people who could have contributed a lot to the club.
You may be curious as to how they were chosen. Well of course they needed to posses the few important qualities that are required (see last post), and the stamina to prove themselves after a looong morning/day/night before.

The first few events started around one and about an hour later interviews were held in the garage with the five officers. Each perspective staffer came in alone, drank some blue drank and answered a few simple questions.

1) What makes you special? - don't use whatever your mom says.
2) Will you uphold all of your responsibilities as a staffer and not be a shit head (at least not all the time)?
3) If you could be any kitchen appliance what would you be and why?

In the end after almost two hours of debate the next day, we decided on

Jared
Holly
Jordan
Elise
and Henry

Thank you for everyone who came out, we better see all of you on float trip - its going to be an EPIC one.

what does it take to be a stapher?

2010-03-15T20:26:00.000-07:00

As many people know, staph erections are right around the corner. During the spring time energy is already high, real high. We're also all really friggin stoked to see who is going to join our crew. What does it take to be a staffer, you ask? Well the answer is kind of complex, but I'll take you through the necessary steps.

#1. Tits
Having boobs is always a great way to get on staff. And hey, don't be afraid to show them every once in a while, everyone likes to look at a nice rack. Make sure that you use your twins to your advantage, because not everyone trying out for staff has them - you know who you are!

#2. Genitals
Show me your genitals, your genitals. Show me your genitals, your genitalia! Now here's a requirement that isn't biased towards anyone (unless you count man titties). If you know SOS well, then you'll know how willing we are to get naked. If there's an excuse to drop down your pants and run around the cabin, fuck it, everyone knows what they look like, right? I hope so. Beware, we live by "Less pants more fun!"

#3. Consumption
People who are adamant about getting on staff, show officers how well you can consume. Consume what, you ask? Well, anything and everything really, really fast. Whether its a tasty, cold frosty beverage, or a leafy thing helped out by Will Smith, we recommend consuming all of it in under 4 seconds...preferably.

#4. Be interesting
Boring people suck. Make us laugh. Pull down your pants and fart in Branderson's face. Explode a beer can over your head in Danger Can. The SOS staff is a group of weirdos and we want you to be one too!

#5. Learn Whizz Boink
SUUUPPPPEERRRR MAAAAAN!
I FUCKED LOIS LANE!
Whizz boink is the essence of SOS and you best learn it. It's very simple, but can get a little confusing. Nevertheless, it's a great game that is continually added to.

#6. Really, really like being on the mountain
During the winter season we go to Tahoe A LOT. Many of us practically live there and are literally MIA during the months the snow is falling. We also run four cabin trips (which are described in the earlier posts) in which we expect all staff to attend. You don't need to be a pro boarder or the steeziest skier on this side of the Mississippi, you just need to have heart and the passion to learn. Riding with people who are at a higher level than you pushes you to learn and try things you wouldn't really do on your own. We love to see people improve and meeting up with people randomly on the mountain to shred the gnar.

#7. Be okay with sharpies.
Nuff said.

#8. Grow a mustache
There are multiple months in which all the men on staff grow (some try but simply cannot) a mustache/handle bars/flavor savors, etc. No shave November and Mustache March are just a few examples.

#9. Be (semi) responsible
Every week every staffer has to wake up at 5:30 am and meet in Wellman to do boards. If you have never heard of boards, its this shitty thing were you have to go around and chalk all the boards with upcoming events that SOS is throwing. It's definitely the worst thing about being on staff, and as much as it sucks nuts, its totally worth doing for all the rad things we do during the winter. Tables is a much better part of being responsible. You need to have four hours of tabling a week (its where you sit at tables on the quad and sell the club) and once you do it you'll see how sweet it is. Its pretty much meeting new members and seeing who is going on all the trips. Doing your jobs that are required go toward your point system. When you complete a responsibility, you get a point. You fuck up, you lose a point. The number of points you have determines the amount of dolla bills you save on trips. Its all about tha hamiltons, baby!

#10. Be down to party and bullshit any day, every day
We are like family, and more than likely one of us will have something going on during the weekends. If you happen to be elected for staff, know that there will probably be something going on every weekend, and you're invited.

So there you have it. Above is a list of things that are most admired in staffers, and if you posses any of these skills/qualities that are listed, then come the hell out for staff!

I leave you with a poem:

With karate I'll kick your ass
Here to Tiennamen Square.
Oh yeah, muthafucka,
I'm 'onna kick your fuckin' derriere.
You broke the rules,
Now I'll pull out all your pubic hair,

muthafucka.

better late than never

2010-03-03T01:00:00.000-08:00

So I figured that since this was started after most of the cabin trips, I might as well do a little run down on how the others went. Probably can't give you all the details, but the ones that are crisp will appear below:

Cabin Trip One: MLK
Where did we ride? Homewood, Alpine

When past attendees think about the MLK cabin trip, the first mob to Tahoe, one word comes into mind: EPIC. After an All Cal that was sure to have rocked everyone's world and a long winter break, most people can't wait to get back on the mountain during the Martin Luther King long weekend. The club usually rents two cabins and shuttles 100-120 eager college students ready to outdo anyone and everyone in the rage factor. Butterflies knot the stomachs of returning staff and officers in the inevitable fun that is about to persist. Everyone came with their silly hats to wear on Saturday excited to meet the rest of the people who were bound to show up.

Beer Olympics. What team would you represent? Would you wage a holy rage war with Vatican City? Or would you murk your opponents with the I.R.A from Ireland? Or maybe you like to swing a different way, why not join DVDA? Whichever side you would like to take, the Beer Olympics are always a great way to see who the gnarliest of the gnar are. I DO believe the IRA took it this year? Oi!

Cabin Trip Two: 'Merrrrika!
Where did we ride? Alpine, Homewood

On this cabin trip we all got down and dirty with our red neck selves. Tattoos of PBR cans started popping up on upper arms, wife beaters and short shorts emerged and we even had a record number of gingers show up on Saturday! Only one cabin was rented this trip, but this one cabin was all we needed. In the middle of the house, there was a stair case, and on this stair case there were carpeted stairs. I'm not sure if you took math in highschool but the equation goes like this:

stairs + carpet (socks) x drank = bruised tailbone

I personally fell down the stairs twice, once with two cups in my hand (only spilled a little!) When decisions started getting a little crazy, there was even an incident of two bodies at the same time; one may or may have not been head first. There was no hot tub on the porch, unfortunately, but there WAS pulled pork sandwiches that had been roasting in a crock pot for about 10 hours (or something like that) - Thanks John Bird, you're the breast.

As the rednecks laid their trucker hats to rest, so did Mother Nature's snow machine. No snow the weekend of cabin trip two, but much shredding did in sue.

Cabin Trip Three: NOR-CAL

Where did we ride? Homewood, Alpine, Northstar

Norcal, The motherload of all cabin trips. If you want to go on at least one trip in your life, Norcal would be the one to go on. This cabin trip is a lot like AllCal, except in Tahoe. All the UCs travel with their own members and lodge around the same areas so that everyone can hop from cabin to cabin with ease. UC Davis, Santa Cruz, San Diego, Berkeley, Irvine, LA, and Santa Barbara all showed up ready to claim the Norcal cup as their own. If you aren't familiar with how AllCal/Norcal works, its simple. All the schools compete in a number of events and the school that scores the highest by the end of the weekend gets their name engraved on a solid gold trophy. With diamonds....or it could just be a really convincing looking plastic cup. I'll let you be the judge.

The events that we compete in are:

Flip cup
Boat race
Thumper
Race the mountain
Dirrrrty dacing
Fun race (AllCal)
Nastar (AllCal)

Davis was able to claim the Norcal Cup as theirs last year and was confident that they could do it again. The race the mountain competition is usually done on a neutral mountain in which no one has really skied before, but this year it was done on Alpine, our home mountain - of course we kicked ass. Congratulations to UCLA on winning flip cup, they actually just started up their club and took a whopping 40 members up to Tahoe! The boat races were fun. My favorite part, actually. Davis and Santa Barbara were to be the schools that started off the boat races, paired up accordingly since we both are similar in our chugging ability. Well, kinda. As soon as the race began, it was already over with Davis beating Santa Barbara by more than a full cup. We could have been faster if we had more boys than girls, but we didn't. We like to strive for equality.
On Sunday night all the schools traveled to a location in which no one would be extrememly responsible (in past years we would all meet up at one schools cabin. Lets just say it got a little expensive with damage charges.) This year we went to a bar and pizza place that was located in Tahoe City. The theme was rock stars and super heroes, and shit, everyone looked pretty damn fly. The inside was raging with color, DJing by both Iain Lowis and Will Baur, and blue mohawks. It was my third Norcal, and I would have to say that it had to be one of the most epic cabin trips, let alone Norcals, that I have been on thus far. STOKED for next year.

Cabin Trip Four: Our last hurrah
Where did we ride? Alpine, Homewood

I already gave you a little dosage of this cabin trip. Go to the last post, I'm way to lazy to summarize again...but I will show you a funny picture of one of the nights on the trip:

XTREME HUG

So there you have it! That's a little sumin' sumin' about each cabin trip we go on during the winter season. When I scrounge up AllCal pictures (my camera was 'stolen'...okay lost at a bar) I'll post some shit about the motherload of all trips, the cream of the crop, holy shit did that just happen, BEST trip you could ever decide to go on in your entire life. News at 11!

we have way too much fun

2010-03-01T21:58:00.000-08:00

Welcome to UC Davis' Ski or Snowboard Club's blogspot. Although we've been around for a minute, this is our first attempt to share info about our trips to Tahoe, gnarly group of friends and good times we have throughout the year. Every winter season we run cabin trips to Tahoe every other weekend in hopes to catch the storm and shred the gnar. You don't have to be a pro to join, either; you don't even need to be registered as a student! Meet us on the quad Monday through Thursday 11-3 at our table and we'll give you the raw info on how easy it'll be for you to get up to the mountain and have some of the best times during your stay in Davis.

This last weekend (2/26-28) we ran a trip up to Northlake and rode both Homewood and Alpine on Saturday and Sunday. The snow was falling on Friday night and made travels a bitch for a lot of people caravanning up; a few cars were driving for over 8 hours! But hey, you gotta chase the pow, right?
Saturday was some pretty damn good riding over at Homewood. The powder was fresh, our gear was steezy and we were ready to make some fresh tracks. Some of our first runs were over at the backside in Hobbit Land and in between the trees, the shoots and the powdery bowls, the crew was ripping it up. Other than the occasional 'lets hit a fat pack piece of powder and fall on our ass' moves, the sun was out and the day proved to be a success. When we were done with the mountain, back to the cabin it was for a night of rage. Everyone brought up their golfing attire ready to kick some balls at being awesome. Who said that Tiger's hoes couldn't find some other pros? No one did, and that's exactly how the night carried on. A hot tub sat on our porch that was complemented with the absolutely gorgeous view of the snow scattered shore and iridescent lake behind it. The golf party inside was riddled with games of pool upstairs and others downstairs such as elimination troll flip cup. Elimination troll flip cup you ask? Well, take a regular flip cup came (the more the better), a large glass table, and all flip at the same time. The last person left who has failed to flip their cup THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY DEGREES (we don't screw around with that 'tip cup' bullcrap), has to then proceed to sit underneath the table so that everyone else still playing can watch their sit of shame for the rest of the game. You don't wanna be one of the first people out, this game can last a looong time.
As the cabin full of golfers and hoes integrated and got to know each other over drank, the snow continued to fall only to ensure and remind us that our epic weekend was not yet over.
Everyone was awoken either by extreme thirst, Doody's obnoxious voice or the smell of pee in the morning. As I stepped outside to get some fresh air, I was reminded of the day that was ahead of me. Although I, like many people that morning, didn't feel exceptionally motivated to do much of anything, the epic few hours of cleaning had to commence. That animal skin rug, antlered candle holders, coffee pots and those adorable family photos had to come out of secret hiding to be replaced so that no evidence of us could be detected. Spots were removed from the carpet, lone wet socks thrown away, and chiefed pencil-mustaches had to be washed off (well, most of them at least). Half the crew of about 50 people boned out and went home to either get some needed sleep or finish ten page papers due Tuesday that they hadn't started. The other half, mustaches and all, slowly made their way to Alpine to get in another day of shredding.

The last cabin trip is always a bitter-sweet moment for staffers. Winter quarter definitely takes a lot out of you when you're up in Tahoe every weekend either with a group of homies or running cabin trips. It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it. Spring break will give mountain-goers a nice relaxing hiatus to get ready for the epicness that we call Spring Quarter here at Davis. If this is your first Spring here, or if you just haven't taken advantage of all the fun shit we like to do, join us!

Are you ready??

Spring Skiing
Float Trip
Picnic Day
Houseboats
Sloshball
The Erection Pool
BBQs
Day Raging
Whole Earth
....and all the sporadic stuff in between

Come ready to have some fun. We hope to see you there.