A night out with DZ

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Don't worry, the letter of apology is already written. If any DZ's wanna read it & give me feedback before I send it though, that's cool. I know you guys don't really care to hear what happened to me, but I find it a funny story, and truly is the talk of everyone I know.

DZ Hayride:
Hmmm, I go to pick up beer for the night with my little brother, who is dating a DZ. We go in, get our Blue Moon & whatever it was he got and head to drop him off at the preparty for the 1.5 hours before this sorority hayride. He convinces me to preparty with them, then just find something to do once they all leave for hayride.

In no time I've drained 3 blue moons and have found a bottle of Woodford Reserve, 2 shots chased with another blue moon..yada yada yada...beer...2 more shots...another beer...2 more shots...another beer..it's time to go. Almost all of my great friends are going as friends with all these DZ girls, and tons of the girls are also good friends with me...so everyone wants me to come, despite not having a date. Hmm. No, I proclaim, I shall not be the oddball out. 6 shots & 6 beers keeps me logical enough to know I don't wish to go, but not physically strong enough to resist some girl grabbing my wrist and pulling me into the bus to travel to this farm for the dance.
Next memory? Sitting in my aisle seat with my head bowed, puking, hearing some girl screaming "Who is your date?" All those around me replying, we don't know...thus making me look like more of a jackass than my vomitus already has, warranted, I agree...but nevertheless.

Get off the bus, and one of my 2 little brothers who both went cleaned my remains (fortunately 3 other drunken souls also emptied their contents onto the bus floor, not as a result, just incidental).

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Memory resumes partially. We're on the hayride all of a sudden, though not sure how this happened, and, well first let me tell the story I saw. My buddy was beside me, he discarded his date as did another good friend of mine so the lot of us could hang out and get beligerent. Well, I'm staring blankly past a few people, and I see legs going over the side of the hayride, and fall to the ground. hmm, I'm thinking. I turn to ask Marshal if he knew what that was about, but received no response as he was no longer there! I was only fully aware he was ejected from the hayride when I saw him run to catch up with the bus, fortunately he did so easily, he's on the track team. The story as it actually happened? We had for some reason, switched caps, Marshal & I. My little brother Todd, the one who cleaned my earlier mess, flipped my cap from Marshal's head and into the lap of this (although I will not usually say the org of disrespectful people, I'm tired of some of these guys) Phi Tau. He saw it was Marshals, and threw it off the hayride. Marshal instinctually jumps to grab it, landing slightly on this guy who is a huge meathead football player type (keep in mind marshal is a runner) and just grabs marshal and throws him off the hayride as well. Considering how easily he could have broken his leg, or even had landed under the wheels of this huge thing we're riding on...We all get mad, but are too respectful to fight. Another org who is good friends with us, SAE, all gather around ready to throw the 2nd punch if anything occured. Brotherhood between fraternities, I love it.

But the night was crazy. I'd say the three of us guys either without a date, or having had abandoned them had the best time smashing pumpkins on the farm, throwing them in the lake. I'm not typically much of a vandal, even when drunk, but that night I definitely was. Sorry if it's not that great of a story, it may just be a you had to be there, or you have to know me, but it was insane.

I do want to say this. I will not claim that I was irresponsible, I didn't want to go, I didn't plan on going when I got that trashed, I didn't plan on having to ride on a super-bumpy-ass bus that makes every really drunk guy sick...but I am going to apologize regardless cause it's the right thing to do.