Boo!

As a college fraternity is wont to do, my fraternity (Sigma Phi Epsilon) co-hosted with two other Greek organizations a giant mixer with a big artist last night. There were over a thousand students in the grimy, strip-club by day/rent-out party facility by night venue, generating a feeling of being in a mostly dark steam room surrounded by all your favorite people you've never met before. It was quite the experience, really. Lights and fog and bass and music and sweat and bass and bass and a whole lot of bass. Seriously, I had trouble hearing last night from the ringing in my ears from the excessive bass. 

This blog post is not about the concert.

Bass-induced hearing loss isn't funny, and this blog is supposed to be centered around a funny experience. My amusing experience is at least relevant to the mixer which occurred late into the night, however, so the introduction is warranted in my opinion... 

But I digress!

Before this massive blast of a party, I had the privilege of spending the hours beforehand at my fraternity big's house with him, his housemates and their dates, other assorted people that I've never met nor seen at his house before, and my girlfriend. This is pretty much a tradition before all of our mixers at this point in my TCU career, and it is oftentimes even more entertaining than being thrown up on by someone belligerently drunk or getting touched in close proximity by ridiculously sweaty hands/arms, which are both common occurrences at large Greek events, unfortunately. We were all in the dining room and living room in the center of the house, most people having assorted beverages like apple juice and Coca-Cola, etc., listening to music and talking; girls were taking pictures of themselves with other girls, and themselves with guys, and other girls, and girls with guys, so on and so forth. The theme of the mixer was American themed, so there were two girls dressed up as elephants (I suppose in reference to the Republican Party?), lots of red, white, and blue combo shirts and pants, a muscular guy wearing jorts with the american flag painted on his entire front torso (which definitely elicited a laugh), and people wearing camouflage, oddly enough. I guess only Americans hunt or something. In short, everyone was having a jolly time with their apple juice and friends all around, getting ready for the Yung Joc concert.

NOW the scene has been set that leads to a scene that caused me to belly-laugh.

Amidst the enjoyable, social chaos I realized I had misplaced my phone, so the search began. Luckily, it didn't take long to find – it was in Nathan’s (my big) room where we were chatting earlier. Being a pretty private guy, his door is usually locked, but keys were in the knob so I was able to waltz in. Courteously, I shut the door behind me and promptly found my phone directly in front of the door on some boxes. The way his room is set up the door opens and a few feet away from the door sill is a wall, so the majority of his room is just to the left of the entry. I mention this because as I stood with my back to the door, the door swung open.

Nathan pushed the door open and rushed into the room, not even realizing that I was behind the door. Oh, yes, he had no clue. His floors are hardwood and I was wearing boots, but so was he, so as I walked toward him (he later claimed he thought my footsteps were his own) he was facing away from me, struggling to open a new bag of cups for apple juice. I placed my hand on his shoulder and muttered, “Hiya there, fella!” and in a cinema-esque move, he screamed an expletive and the bag exploded, all twenty of the cups flying about the room. Oh, he was livid, soon screaming, “You know heart problems run in my family, you could’ve killed me!”

I was laughing hysterically at this point, amazed that he truly had no clue whatsoever I was in the room. Childish? Yes. Worth it? Definitely yes.