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I met a Teke about a year and a half ago at an Ozzfest concert. I knew there would be thousands of people there so I wore a TKE shirt for an occassion for someone from another chapter to see my shirt at random and come talk to me. I do it all of the time when I go out to places where there will be lots of people.
Anways, I'm in line to buy some beer from the vendors, and some guy pushes me from behind lightly. I figured someone bumped into me by accident so I didn't bother turning around. Then I get pushed again harder. So I turn around and standing before me is some 250 lb man with no shirt, atleast 10 piercings on his face, and tattoos all over his arms and chest. A real hell's angel looking type. Go figure, it was an Ozzfest. So I think homeboy is going to beat me up for money or worse yet, my spot in the long line. I'm damn speechless because I didn't know what he wanted, then he asked, "Are you a Teke?" I replied, "Yes." So he reached out to shake my hand and introduced himself, "John Doe from the (yada yada) chapter in Virginia." This guy was cool as hell. We ended up talking in line the whole time while we were waiting to purchase stuff. I invited him to come sit with my friends and I back in the grass seats, but he parted with me so that he could go backstage to meet Slayer. That dude was awesome. I told him to stop by my chapter (which was less than an hour away) if he had time, but he couldn't make it. I wish I had brought a piece of paper or something with me to stay in contact with him.
A few months later, I went to a NASCAR race at Talledega. I went with some family and one of my fraternity brothers. Once again, I wore a TKE shirt as hundreds of thousands of people would be there. When we first arrived in our parking/tailgating spot, I stood up on my brother's tailgate of his truck to look around at everyone. We weren't there for more than three minutes and a man comes up to me introducing himself as a Teke from a school in Georgia. Pretty cool stuff. We didn't talk for long though.
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