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OT: Spring Break Stories from College

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  • Bear15, I'm in tears man. That was a helluva start to that trip, and that's not even the story that jumps out at me when I look back on that trip!

    [Warning: this story is long-winded and probably not worth it, but I've got to try]

    The one I remember was when me and a certain active member with an enormous head went out to grab some dinner before meeting everyone at the bar that night. We'd been going to Louie's every night and wanted to mix it up and go to some other place that night. Everyone agreed, so after a long day of beach drinking we head out to grab a slice of pizza then meet up at whatever the other bar was.

    Not surprisingly, all of our friends either lied or forgot and ended up going to Louie's anyways. Chiz and I were already at the other place so we decided to have a few drinks there and check it out. (Now this is a good place in the story to remind you that I'm 19 and Chiz might have even been 22 already.) We were both basically sober when we left to eat, you know, as sober as a two college kids who have been drinking on a beach all day can be.

    So we're having a few at this other bar and meet some coeds, start chatting them up and shots start flowing. Chiz and I are going drink for drink, shot for shot, just having a good ol time. One of the only things I recall from the actual bar that night was my buddy getting flung off a mechanical bull in such an amazingly drunken way that he cleared all the padding and landed with an impressive thud straight on the deck. We end up staying there til close and make the walk back to hotel to meet up with rest of our idiot friends.

    As soon as we get there we run into like 6 of said idiots (BearCon was one) and start to head up to late night up in the condo tower. We get off the elevator and are heading down the hall to their room, me and my drinking buddy Chiz trailing everybody by like 20 feet coming down the hallway. Next thing I know everyone in front of us busts out laughing and all take off running down the hallway. Naturally, we follow suit. We're almost to the end of the hallway when it sounds like beer bottle explodes behind us. We end up taking the stairs down a floor running back down to the elevator. I have no idea what's going on at this point.

    The elevator doors open and we run into another for or five guys we know, and like any good group of drunk frat kids on spring break that elevator turned into high five city. We ride that thing back down to the lobby, Chiz and I take like two steps off and are immediately placed in handcuffs. We have ZERO clue why.

    They walk us out front and lean us up against a cop car and start giving us the business. "Why'd you do it?" this cop keeps asking. I'm like "do what? I have no idea what you're talking about?" He says "we know you broke that window up there. We saw you high fiving on the elevator to celebrate it." I'm thinking WTF, high fives, broken windows? I start to trying to explain to him that I think someone launched a beer bottle at us but beyond that I had no idea what he was talking about. I'm looking over to my buddy Chiz for some help, but apparently despite being 2-3 older than me his tolerance wasn't up to par and this dude is no longer speaking English. Just leaned up against the cop car in cuffs mumbling his face off. Zero help. So my drunk 19-year-old self is left trying to reason with the cops to pull up the surveillance video or something and see that I haven't done anything. They're not buying it.

    At this point the cop asks to see my ID. The problem is I know that directly behind my real ID is the incredibly fake ID we had stopped and had made on our way down, so I know I can't just let him get it out, I've got to hand it to him myself. So somehow I'm able to actually get my own wallet and ID out while wearing handcuffs and hand it over to the officer. Problem was, the cheap ass fake I'd had made completely stuck to the real ID when I handed it to him and the cop says, "well, well, what do we have here?!"

    My fearless 19-year-old brain had to think fast. I remembered we had used rubbing alcohol to rub off some legal disclaimer on the back of the fakes so I basically rambled off some nonsense about how it was just a novelty I'd use to mess with my friends and that I'd never actually use it to drink! Not me! Brilliant excuse, right?

    About this time a certain fellow fraternity member and future District Attorney with a temper is being walked out the front door of the hotel with his hand wrapped in a bloody towel like he'd just survived a shark attack. A security guard walks over and tell the cops that I was telling the truth after all and that this other guy had broken the window. VINDICATION!

    Apparently when we were walking down that hallway one of our genius friends (BearCon) decided to open the little sliding window to one of the bedrooms from the hallway. Problem was that one of our friends (the future DA) was in said room hooking up with some girl, prompting the group to laugh and take off running. Apparently it also prompted the rather volatile guy in the room to go full blown Incredible Hulk and punch through the like 1/4inch sliding window glass (what I thought sounded like a breaking bottle).

    So now I'm off hook for the window, but the cop is still holding my fake ID that I so brilliantly handed him so this can't end well for me, right? Wrong. I don't know if the cop felt bad for being a hard ass and then ending up being wrong or what, but he takes my handcuffs off, tells me he'll be keeping my "novelty" ID, informs me that I could pick my buddy Chiz up from jail anytime after 6:00am and proceeded to haul his of-legal-drinking-age self off to the drunk tank, leaving me to go about my underage spring break business. I must have been coated in Teflon that trip! Only downside was that I think I was out almost a grand by the time I bailed Chiz out of jail and somehow ended up paying for the window too (the joys of being a pledge). lol

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