5 South Anecdotes Page
Those stories and humorous vignettes that make life such a hootenany and remind us that we are, after all, just so much better than the rest of the morons out there.
Anecdote #1: The Martini/Sheep Story (from Ces)
The date was February 14, 2000. It was 4 p.m.; almost time to head over to the Quad for the fateful reunion. Larry and I decided that the occassion called for a pre-Quad martini. Up we went to the top floor of the hotel to the bar. They didn't open til 4:30; not enough time! So we headed off toward campus, and stopped in at "Joe's Brewery" on 5th street. It was dead, but there was music playing and a bartender on duty. He made us some very tasty martinis (Absolut for Lar, Sapphire for me) in these really cool zig-zag stemmed glasses.
As we sipped, we noticed the music was old Pink Floyd, and it sounded like it was from the "Animals" album, but we couldn't place the song. I called the 'tender over, he didn't know, so he called another guy up from the back room and asked him the name of the song. This other guy thought a minute, then said "Sheep." Larry and I almost fell off our barstools laughing.
Now, if you hadn't spent an entire weekend with Var and the other pervs from the reunion discussing sheep, sheep jokes, sheep trivia, etc., this might not sound funny. Certainly the poor mixologist didn't. But Lar and I did!
Anecdote #2: The Ponderosa/Orange Drink Story (from Hirum)
In Var and Merckle's pre-5 South days (1975 - 1976), a group of us used to walk over to Ponderosa on Neil Street (Chateau La P as we called it) on Sunday evenings for dinner...at the time, they had one of those seemingly bottomless bowls of circulating orange drink...we decided (as a group) one Sunday evening we would try to drink that sucker dry...we drank and drank and drank that orange drink....2,3,4 glasses....then 5.........and 6...............and 7 (gulp)....we kept pounding that orange drink.....
Our efforts seem useless as we were not even making a dent in that
stubborn circulating bowl of fowl tasting orange beverage.....finally I
(Hirum) stopped at 9 glasses, Merkle quit at 10....but Var finished an
unbelievable 11 glasses.....
Feeling quite dejected over our failed attempt to drain that sucker dry,
we headed out to make that long walk back to campus....then it happened.........within about 10 feet of the front door of Ponderosa, Var announced that he was not feeling very good and all of a sudden.....oh my God....he barfed!!!....tossed his cookies!!!....lost his lunch!!!. ....puked!!! .....all 11 glasses of orange drink....forming a bright orange lake in the middle of the sidewalk right in fron of the main entrance....
We laughed so hard all the way back...I dont think we went back to
Ponderosa for several weeks after this incident....the place is gone now, but Ill never forget Pecker Var and the orange drink story....
Okay, now it's your turn! send in a story in your own words (or steal someone elses words, what do I care?). Favorite spring break story? Time you lost your virginity? That choking-on-vomit tale that you never get tired of relating? Or how about reminiscenses of Black Thursday???? Send 'em in!!!!
