The much anticipated New Orleans weekend finally arrived. It would happen like this - Friday night, the Boons held a party downtown in our hometown where many actives, rushees, and invited girls met up. From there, the rushees spent the night at various houses of actives. In the morning, they all went to get on the busses that would take them to New Orleans.
The rushees were told that the trip was an opportunity to get to know each other because the guys that were invited were likely to be receiving bids. By this time, the rushees should have already met a bunch of actives, so this weekend was the chance to see if this group of rushees was who you'd want to be with during pledgeship and all it entails.These would be the guys that you'd likely be friends with all through college and beyond. (BTW, I think that is a really smart rush move)
They drove to New Orleans where they had rented a place by Bourbon Street, they had a blues band playing, and the party started. I don't have all the details of how the night went, but suffice it to say that my son looked a wee bit worse for the wear the next night when he got home- But he was smiling and happy.
This was it - he was suiciding (I guess you'd say) Boon.
From then on he politely declined invitations from any other fraternities. This caused a bit of friction with his good friends from high school that had all pretty much decided to pledge Hoover. But, everyone has to do what is right for them, not somebody else.
