I dated a guy in a fraternity here at UF for about a year, so I spent a good deal of time hanging out at his fraternity house. Quite an educational experience...
So, anyway, I was over there one weekend night after we had all gone out drinking (everyone was over 21, of course
). it was maybe 3 a.m.
...and suddenly I hear this bloodcurdling scream from down the hall....
"YEAH BABY, IT'S SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCK TIME!!!!!!"
I turned to my boyfriend and asked him, "What the hell is sock time?" And he just said, "Oh no. oh no. oh God no."
then we got our answer, as one of the brothers came running down the hallway, wearing nothing but (yep, you guessed it) a strategically placed sock, banging his hands on the walls, screaming his head off, "Sock time! sock time! sock time! sock time!"
Apparently this was a relatively common occurence, because none of the older brothers seemed surprised at all.