Maddog spent his first year at college in an upper class drinking dorm, this was the worst idea ever
It's a beeramid! Thirsty Cleveland Indians fans build epic tower
Every dorm needs a "beeramid!"
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A couple of guys down the hall had not just a "beeramid" but an entire "wall-of-beer" it was pretty impressive. Of course, hijinx and lunacy ensued, and one fall night drunk, and disheveled the two came home from a drinking binge, and parked their car right at the door of the dorm. The next morning the car was gone, the university had towed it. The towing company has not secured the doors, and while making a turn, the drivers door opened and was sheered off on a telephone pole. The two intrepid drinkers picked up drinking money for the year from that, and simply drove the car sans door till they graduated. I believe it was bequeathed to their replacement drinkers, but Roomate (R1) and Maddog were long gone by then.
It was from one of the drinkers where Maddog first heard the phrase, "college was the best 6 years of my life."
We heard that again while watching the filming (actually this part we only saw in the film, we weren't at the shoot that day) of National Lampoon's Animal House, and realized that our first year of college pretty closely resembled Animal House. It was opportune that Maddog attended Oregon State University in the year Animal House was filmed! Maddog has fond memories of that time, although he cannot remember any of them. He does remember other things, however, like the time he was talked into hitting a big off campus party a couple of miles from the dorm. R1 was a very nice binge drinker, and when binging always took things too far. This night was one of those, and R1 got so drunk he couldn't walk, so Maddog fireman carried him the few miles home, only to be greeted on arrival with the fact that Maddog's backside was bathed in stale booze barf.
As compensation, Maddog superglued a half empty beer bottle to R1's hand, and then in the morning tickled his forehead. The sound of that beer bottle mouth ricocheting off his skull made it all better. R1 had to attend with the Student Medical Center to get the bottle removed. R1 also had a very funny bruise on the forehead for a couple of weeks. We never fessed up to the crime, and have no idea where he is today. We always felt that giving up a night with a beautiful coed, OK, giving up the potential for a night with a coed, required penance. Since R1 was unlikely to do so, we set it up so he would. Yeah, there was no repentance of wrongdoing, but the comedy element took care of that.
There is a moral to be found here somewhere, but we will leave that to the reader.
R1, if you are reading this, we hope all is well with you, and yours.