Presidents day gave us a well needed 4 day weekend. (Business majors get Fridays off) Big things happened this weekend. Hearts were broken, tattoos were recieved, vomit was projectiled, bridges were burned, and trips were made.
It began on Thursday. Was an average day of 3 hours of class except I took a midterm. Pretty stoked that my professor told me in office hours “just write what we have discussed and youl be chillen” I had no plans for the night until I recieved “Roll over” from one of my buddies Ponyboy. Awnsering the call of duty, I found myself sprinting to their house in a tank top I cut from an old gap shirt that says “Trashed” with a picture of Charlie Brown sitting baboozled in a pile of garbage, and a sailors hat. This was a scene in of itself. Arriving, out of breath, I was welcomed by the crew: Ponyboy, Sidewinder, wolf, chewy, and mentor (all fourth years). There was also sidewinder’s brother and another freshman (who happens to live in the same dorm room I was In last year).
Obviously we began gunning some brewskies and partaking in the usual beer die, 4 bangers, and pong. The older crew minus 1 all went downtown to the bars leaving the rest of us behind. A couple drunken decisions later I find myself in the dorm hall I lived in last year harrassing all the sober freshman who do not partake in alcohal consumption and/or social festivities. After “allegedly” causing an altercation, I was promptly “escorted” out of the building. I ended up there in the first place because I was added to the “Tower 2015/2016” Facebook group in which I posted “Hi everyone, I just moved in. I’m very excited to meet everyone”. And so I went to go meet them.
Getting back to the house, I was one again welcomed by a full crew plus others. Randy (who i almost fought for hitting on his girlfriend at a different party) was puking in the toilet being taken care of by none other than his girlfriend. Another girl Marissa was there and she was “taking care” of me. All of a sudden! “Wtf Mentor you peed all over my bed” we all run in there and see the puddle of piss on and beneath wolfs bed and a passed out mentor in his own. Mentors girlfriend was sober standing in the hall over seeing the shitshow. At this point everyone wants to go to bed and we are all trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements. We decided to put mentor in wolfs bed with the piss, and wolf in mentors. Sidewinder was in charge of this translocation. Only problem was that mentors drunken stubbornness resulted In teeth clenching sidewinder’s nipple. Screaming sidewinder scurried away to tend to his wound. He returned verbally destroying mentors drunken behavior. After, he looks mentors girl dead in the eye and says “I don’t know why you are still here, he is going to break up with you on tuesday”. Overhearing the absurdity of this remark, I idmediatly burst into laughter not realizing the truth behind the statement. She ended up ubering home. And broken up with the next morning as well. I was just making through my normal friday when “who wants to watch me get a tattoo” – mentor. Appeared on my phone. Obviously I was going to join. Fast forward to 1 tattoo and 2 meals later around 11 pm.
“Who wants to go to “Yosemite?” – Mentor. I joined, of course and after much debate about the weather (went from -12 degrees to 57) and where we will stay (in a campground). With our Patagonias packed and brews chilled, we made headway on an empty road at 12pm. We stayed at my house about halfway through our journey. Woke up at 8 and arrived at 11. I was already 4 beers in by the time we set up our camp which consisted of a tent, 2 lawn chairs, a bear locker for our food which was only goober jelly, granola, cliff bars, and a loaf of bread. To stay hydrated for the entirety of our stay, we now had 26 beers.
Once our camp was set, we shotgunned as required by ritual. We then sipped on brews and wandered about the valley meadow on foot. Veering of the tourist path, we paralleled the river which led us facing certain death, a pack of wild Yotes. Protected only by the width of the river (~15 feet) we sat down and stared as the three coyotes,( 2 vicious and 1 we deemed borderline retarded) bawled out on each other. After the spectacle and a few more beers later we saw a pile of rocks (500-700 feet tall) beneath a little east of El capitan. Stripping down of our restricting clothes, jeans and shirts, conquered that mountain in nothing but our underwear, boots and determination.
After shotgunning at the top, and taking some awesome pictures, we made our way back down, retrieved our clothes and stumbled back into camp. We only had 6 beers remaining now with 2/3 hours of daylight left and countless tourists to harrass. Retrieving our Cohibas and lawn chairs we went back to the meadow and sat down a little of the path. Beers and cigars in hand and the sunset behind us. Perfect view of half dome and appalled tourists realizing their cliche pictured were ruined because two drunks smoking cigars in lawn chairs. We sat their for around 3 hours before one again going back to camp.
After spending what seemed like two hours trying to get a fire going, the people who shared a campsite with us returned with firewood and promptly began what we started. We sat there the rest of the night talking. One of the guys biked 49 states on a bicycle hauling a trailer for a year and a half. Another guy was a high liner form Brazil and has been in the u.s traveling highlining for the past 6 months. Pretty cool stuff and a great end to the weekend.
