I’ve been on 3 fraternity formals in my college career. The first was boring, but on the second one we had one kid get arrested and another spent the night in jail for fondling a horse (he actually spent the night in jail for being a drunk douche but we told him he fondled a horse, so shhhh), and the third formal…well, I took a lot of acid so I’m not really sure what was real and what wasn’t. Regardless, fraternity formals are a place where you wake up at the end of the weekend, thinking “Did any of that really happen?” and then you look at your bank statement and say “Fuck…but that was 100% worth it.”
Then again, I’ve never blown $1,240 on a cab to take me from New Orleans to San Marcos like one Texas State Delta Tau Delta member did, so that’s probably why I haven’t had any regrets.
According to the Delt via Total Frat Move,
Alright, I woke up Friday morning, started drinking until the busses showed up to the house. I hardly remember the trip to NOLA, once we got to the hotel we went out to Bourbon street. I went to some bars, drank, and lost my group plus my date.
I ended up in front of a different hotel and these guys tried fighting me and one of them stole my phone. We got into a fight and then a hotel employee called the police. Two cops showed up on horses and told me to leave so I got into a cab. I told the driver to take me to San Marcos because I thought I was on 6th street in Austin. He told me to get out because it was too far of a drive and that it’d be close to $700, I pulled out my card and said lets go.
He drove me all the way to the Delt house, I got there at 11 Saturday morning and it cost $755. I walked into the house and the guys freaked out and said that they thought I got shot or stabbed since I was missing for over 8 hours. They told my date and everyone that I was still alive and then I booked a flight and flew all the way back to NOLA that night.
I got another cab from the airport and I told him I’d pay him more if he went 90 on the highway and then we stopped so I could buy some roses for my date to try and apologize since she hated me and the fact that she had to sleep next to me at the hotel. I walked into the hotel and everyone went crazy and they started asking me about what happened. I found my date and she looked like she wanted to kill me. She wouldn’t talk to me so I just went to the bar again. She stayed pissed at me for the rest of the trip especially since she had to sit by me on the bus ride back to Texas State.
I had one hell of a weekend in NOLA. I loved it.
According to the Delt, the cab was $480 for half way, then he withdrew $800 from his bank account when he got to San Marcos so he could pay the driver the extra $760, making his cab fare over $1,200. Kid doesn’t seem to give a shit, but why would he? It’s away weekend. Shit happens.
And here’s his plane ticket because quitting is for losers and only real legends are down to blow money without a fuck in the world given:
Oh, and remember how he said his date was pissed at him for the rest of the weekend? He wasn’t lying…although I’ll admit the roses were a nice touch, if not a useless gesture at this point.
[Via Total Frat Move]