New obsession: Carolina Cup.
After a grueling week of hellish scholastic activities, a weekend of debauchery was much-needed. And Cup was EXACTLY what I needed. Smel and I loaded up the Jeep on a gross and rainy Friday afternoon and let Tom Tom lead the way to our own personal utopia: Charleston, SC. Four and a half hours of my recently-played list and 2 McCafe iced coffees later, we found ourselves in glorious Chuck. Before we even got in the car, I knew that I wanted Jim N Nicks upon arrival. Probably one of the best decisions I have made in some time. Smel and I stopped in Hollis's mansion of a house to freshen up then headed to the main strip for some de-freaking-licious barbecue. Oh em geeeee it was so freaking good. We feasted on the cheesy corn muffins, ribs, pork, mac n cheese, and fries. Ah. Seriously I'm salivating just thinking about it. So then we walked around trying to rid ourselves of our newly-acquired food babies (to no avail) and fawned over all of the amazing shopping that Charleston has to offer. Melanie freaked out every time we walked past Urban all weekend. We never even made it inside.. sad times. But then we made our way back to the mansion and waited for Holly Wolly and JD to get home from JD's mom's birthday dinner. They got back around 10, and at that point told us we had to leave the house by 6am the next morning. So it only made sense for us to make a date for murder ball at 5am.
You know it's going to be a good day when you are throwing back shots before 6am. And so the debauchery began.. JD gave us a weather forecast by likening the day ahead to "The Perfect Storm." Apparently the storm that we were about to spend the day in under a tent had already knocked down a church. NBD.
We made our way to the Pi Kapp house at 6:30, stopping by Starbucks only to see that it was closed and that we would be going without breakfast. Unless Andre counts as breakfast. Hol, Mel, and I sipped on Andre til we could drown out the Zetas that were on our bus. Dear lord Zetas at Charleston are like sorositutes on steroids. I could not handle it. All day we entertained fantasies of tasering them just to make them stop talking. Days like that make me so so glad to not be in a sorority. The 2-hour busride to Cup was tolerable (thank you Andre). I might even go so far as to say enjoyable. We made friends with Hollis's besties Emily and Libby, and passed the time by shit-talking everyone else on the bus. Freaking love them.
yay for new friends
Upon arrival at Cup, it was clear that every charter bus had brought its very own variety of shitshow to form the grandest shitshow that ever was. We stumbled across the muddy field until we found our tent, where we set up camp. Over the course of the day, the perfect storm came and went and came again so we spent most of our time under our tent laughing at all of the drunkasses that we were surrounded by. We were front row, so we did manage to make our way over to the fence to see a few of the horse races. I cheered my ass off for Red Lightning, only to be told on the bus ride home that Red Lightning was not an actual horse. FML. I made lots of new friends, and even managed to find myself some delicious bbq from some rando tent. Well, I found the food, but I didn't actually walk away with any. I was THAT girl...
spotted: drunkass mess of a girl stumbles up to stranger's tent and grabs a plate from the buffet line and piles it up with pork, beans, coleslaw, and roll. she then proceeds to grab a sweet tea and somehow manages to trip over her own two feet and spill the entire plate of food all over the ground. just the food, though. she is still grasping the plate and her sweet tea. she ditches the plate, then stumbles away with her friend who managed to hang onto all of her food.
Yeah. I was definitely that girl. I'm laughing just replaying it my head again.
I sent Libby and Emily back for more, though, and ended up feasting despite my epic failure.
Other highlights of the day included watching girls eat shit in the mud, watching Whitney spill her drink every 5 minutes, finding some poor girl's id in the mud so Hollis can replace her 35-year old one (yay Emily), and our quest for the best outfit of the day. I believe the winner was the gentleman in the neon yellow pants.. but then there was also Dale in the white pants that were see-through before it started raining.. Gosh it was too hard to decide there were so many winners. Yay for cupperware.
Libby after eating shit in the mud.
Around 4 we called it a day and trekked back to our ghetto ass charter buses. Well, most of us anyways. Apparently one of my fave sorostitutes managed to bum a ride with her drunk ex-boyfriend who has a restraining order against her. Oh Brittany.. Also, my new friend Joshua who fed me shots of Grey Goose did not make it back to the bus. Apparently, he was threatening to beat up some of his brothers and to kill the prez's dog.. Yikes. His date was on the bus though. She was the most Lilly'd out of all the sorostitues. Homegirl had a Lilly Pulitzer water bottle. Yay for her.
Pam, our crazy driver, manages to get the bus out of the parking lot but then immediately has to find somewhere to get transmission fluid for the bus. Then we get back on the road and after about 20 minutes the other bus broke down. So we had to go back and get all of the rest of our peeps onto our bus. By the time we'd left the broken down bus site, that had already put us at 5:00. We should have been halfway back. No, no. We were pretty much right where we'd begun.. So we're driving for about an hour when Pam comes on the intercom and informs us that she forgot to lock up the other bus so we have to go back. LOVE LIFE. Oh and as if that weren't miserable enough, while all this was happening I was trying so so hard to get a little nap in. Just as I'd gotten comfortable and closed my eyes, drunk frat boy #1 whispers ever so sweetly in my ear, "Sarah, you are passed out. I like your nose ring. You look cute passed out. Watch out for John Pratt." So much for sleeping! I was freaking out but didn't want John Pratt to think I was awake and come talk to me.. so I spent like 2 hours with my eyes closed pretending to sleep.
SIX HOURS LATER we are back in Charleston. I am hungover and unhappy and the perfect storm is upon us. The cherry on the cake--a car splashed water all over me on our walk home. REALLY??
Thank goodness for LaHa. Let me tell you Diet Coke saved my life on Saturday night. Seriously. I really was on the verge of vomiting when we sat down at dinner. I was looking SO good, too in my rain boots and hoodie. I did not take the hood of my hoodie off my head because I am a g. So yes I was really thinking I was going to vom and my head was throbbing and I wanted to curl up and die, but one sip of Diet Coke and I was good to go. Unfortunately, the delicious mexican feast had the opposite effect on mis amigas. Emily felt like death and needed to get home asap so we didn't go clubbin like we'd planned. Triste.
Then Kyle came to visit!! So great. Him and his friend Dan were on their way home from sb in Florida so they came over and so did my most favorite person in the world--KENNETTA MERRITT!!! I'm obsessed with her. You can see why:
We stayed up until we all passed the f out.
All in all I'd have to say AMAZINGGGG day. Followed by Brugger's bagel sandwiches in the morning. Ahh so deliciousssss. Really I don't think I could have asked for a better weekend.
Also you all should know that I rated Fuad on ratemyprofessor.com. Try and guess which one is mine. Ha. PS I tried to give him hotness points but it didn't register for some unknown reason. Idiots.
That's all for now.
peace love and cup.
