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So the next night, since Paul and I were the only one's still interested in Porsche, we went to their house for Monday Night Football. They had the big screens, pizza, subs, wings, etc. They had basically gone all out for a football party. Now I had some reservations because clearly everyone in this chapter had $$$. When a couple of the brothers sat down with me and gave the Porsche pep talk, I had to ask the one question that any "serious" Porsche candidate doesn't ask..."How much are dues?" I think I heard my father hit the ceiling clear back in St. Louis.
Five minutes later I was entering the front door of the Buick house, sans Paul, where the brothers were hanging out, watching football, and enjoying a non-catered selection of snacks. I really liked the chapter dynamic of the Buicks, and it felt like I was being let in on the joking between the brothers. They were also a really varied group of guys with diverse backgrounds and upbringings. Eventually, I wound up in the president's room with the rush chair and the chapter president who gave me the Buick pep talk. The dues question was not a deal breaker like at Porsche, and at the end of the night, the rush chair gave me and some of the other rushees a ride back to our dorms.
I decided that night that Buick was the only chapter at Ball State that I could see myself being a part of.
After that night, Pat was only interested in Monte Carlo, Paul only in Yugo, and Jon was still wavering between Yugo and Monte Carlo.
The next night was an off night from rush for everyone.
I felt like things were going really well...but then they would take a SHOCKING turn!
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