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apologies, brother -
had no idea that you were destitute -
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Nope. Let it rip.
So Kappa Alpha is a huge fraternity at Bama, and they throw their annual big party every year,”Old South” I think it was called. It was the “most prestigious” on campus, at least back when I was there (2000-2004). The dudes all dress up like Confederate officers and the girls all wear antebellum dresses and they have this giant outdoor BBQ party like you’d see in Gone with the Wind- outdoor table cloth with silver and chandeliers, sweet tea served by all black staff (I heard in even the 80’s and early 90’ they’d even hire “staff” to dress as slaves and pick cotton in the front yard), they’d have a GIANT Rebel Flag draped over the front of the house, they’d fire their cannon- yes they have a cannon- and they’d take a hay wagon ride all through campus hooping and hollering and being obnoxious. And these were the “cool kids”.

So my fraternity was Lambdi Chi and we were catty-corner behind them, and I lived in the corner room closest to their house. They’d begin their stupid shindig early in the morning and would wake me (and all of fraternity row) at 7 am with their damned obnoxious rebel yelling. Needless to say my hangover and I didn’t like that. Now my best friend in the fraternity (and one of to those day) was a guy from Columbus, Ohio who hated it in Tuscaloosa. He and I, despite my being from Alabama (bear in mind I’m from the panhandle), both shared an annoyance at culture shock in T-town, and we also were history nerds, and he really took issue with the glorification of Southern Heritage, and really would rant and bitch about KA and him thinking it so absurdly stupid that the best girls on campus wanted to be part of that idiocy and that we were looked down on in comparison to a bunch of Suthun Boah goons.

So, my senior year we got the bright idea to fuck with em. He and I rented two Union officers uniforms and met them on the corner of our yard when their hayrides were pulling out and we mocked them mercilessly. We had a lot of fun until about 15 of em came over and stomped on our faces.
 
So Kappa Alpha is a huge fraternity at Bama, and they throw their annual big party every year,”Old South” I think it was called. It was the “most prestigious” on campus, at least back when I was there (2000-2004). The dudes all dress up like Confederate officers and the girls all wear antebellum dresses and they have this giant outdoor BBQ party like you’d see in Gone with the Wind- outdoor table cloth with silver and chandeliers, sweet tea served by all black staff (I heard in even the 80’s and early 90’ they’d even hire “staff” to dress as slaves and pick cotton in the front yard), they’d have a GIANT Rebel Flag draped over the front of the house, they’d fire their cannon- yes they have a cannon- and they’d take a hay wagon ride all through campus hooping and hollering and being obnoxious. And these were the “cool kids”.

So my fraternity was Lambdi Chi and we were catty-corner behind them, and I lived in the corner room closest to their house. They’d begin their stupid shindig early in the morning and would wake me (and all of fraternity row) at 7 am with their damned obnoxious rebel yelling. Needless to say my hangover and I didn’t like that. Now my best friend in the fraternity (and one of to those day) was a guy from Columbus, Ohio who hated it in Tuscaloosa. He and I, despite my being from Alabama (bear in mind I’m from the panhandle), both shared an annoyance at culture shock in T-town, and we also were history nerds, and he really took issue with the glorification of Southern Heritage, and really would rant and bitch about KA and him thinking it so absurdly stupid that the best girls on campus wanted to be part of that idiocy and that we were looked down on in comparison to a bunch of Suthun Boah goons.

So, my senior year we got the bright idea to fuck with em. He and I rented two Union officers uniforms and met them on the corner of our yard when their hayrides were pulling out and we mocked them mercilessly. We had a lot of fun until about 15 of em came over and stomped on our faces.

Lambdi Chi?

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So Kappa Alpha is a huge fraternity at Bama, and they throw their annual big party every year,”Old South” I think it was called. It was the “most prestigious” on campus, at least back when I was there (2000-2004). The dudes all dress up like Confederate officers and the girls all wear antebellum dresses and they have this giant outdoor BBQ party like you’d see in Gone with the Wind- outdoor table cloth with silver and chandeliers, sweet tea served by all black staff (I heard in even the 80’s and early 90’ they’d even hire “staff” to dress as slaves and pick cotton in the front yard), they’d have a GIANT Rebel Flag draped over the front of the house, they’d fire their cannon- yes they have a cannon- and they’d take a hay wagon ride all through campus hooping and hollering and being obnoxious. And these were the “cool kids”.

So my fraternity was Lambdi Chi and we were catty-corner behind them, and I lived in the corner room closest to their house. They’d begin their stupid shindig early in the morning and would wake me (and all of fraternity row) at 7 am with their damned obnoxious rebel yelling. Needless to say my hangover and I didn’t like that. Now my best friend in the fraternity (and one of to those day) was a guy from Columbus, Ohio who hated it in Tuscaloosa. He and I, despite my being from Alabama (bear in mind I’m from the panhandle), both shared an annoyance at culture shock in T-town, and we also were history nerds, and he really took issue with the glorification of Southern Heritage, and really would rant and bitch about KA and him thinking it so absurdly stupid that the best girls on campus wanted to be part of that idiocy and that we were looked down on in comparison to a bunch of Suthun Boah goons.

So, my senior year we got the bright idea to fuck with em. He and I rented two Union officers uniforms and met them on the corner of our yard when their hayrides were pulling out and we mocked them mercilessly. We had a lot of fun until about 15 of em came over and stomped on our faces.
If you stick everyone in ripped-up Pantera and Metallica t-shirts, sub out the racist undertones for weed, and stick busted-ass Ford Tauruses and Chevy Corsicas on Harbor Freight jacks in the front yard, this sounds like my hometown.
 
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