That is the message which is sent out to the AUS mailing list when/if people leave their e-mail open at the office. Being drunk, I left my e-mail open. But Melissa sent it to the wrong address and it bounced!
Bzzr garden went well…lots of people. My housemates were kicked out after one of them somehow CLIMBED UP ON A LEDGE 12 FEET OFF THE GROUND. Junichi got up on the ledge (about 3ft wide) above the snack bar in the A200 lounge, and was dancing around up there. I wasn’t worried…not like I would be if it was one of the other guys…but it got them all thrown out.
It was time for them to go…I found one of the AUSers minding them because Tim was trying to throw himself down the stairs in a corner of the lounge. And without a frypan under his ass, yet!
Later, in the Student Union Building, I found our good friend the Professor, head of security, escorting Tim out, because Tim had been thrown out of ONE TOO MANY events…our bzzr garden, the Pit (campus bar) twice, and the Ukrainian club’s vodka garden in the SUB.
There were some other amusing moments…like when my sister showed up, already drunk, and half the AUS guys macked on her before I told them that was my little sister, and when one of the other club reps (male) hugged me and kissed me on both cheeks before I could say “have you met my boyfriend, Mike?” He jumped back, blushed, apologized, and wouldn’t dance with me later because he said Mike would kill him.
Mike himself is still chuckling about that.
We wrapped our garden, drove back the DJ booth equipment, and then caught up with the History Club crew down at the Pit. I had to then go look for Melissa and the rest of the gang…we’re the BAD ASS AUSers, I’m told…down at the Aggie bzzr garden. Which was not just a bzzr garden, but had a MECHANICAL BULL!
We chased the mythical mechanical bull all over campus, and met new people also chasing it, and eventually found it, in an unfamiliar building we snuck into. Mike rode it. He was a DISGRACE TO TEXAS! Sam Houston is spinning in his grave.
Post-bull, we went to Koerner’s pub, about ten of us, found the History crew there…again…and couldn’t get rid of them all the way out to the parking lots.
Mike and I went for dinner at the Vineyard post-drinking, and now, I must sleep…my knees hurt and I’m one tired camper. Good night though…I’m having SUCH a blast this time around!