|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Me and Mark hangin' out at the lobby bar before doin' a little booze cruisin'.
After a long day of Dos Equis and heat rash, we catch Scottie B passed out on the bus ride to Fat Tuesday's.
Group shot on the dock before departure.
Mark and his friend from home and Mark doing his Titanic impression except he has his shirt un-buttoned...can't say I know who started that trend..
Since me and Mike knew we were money...we decided to go Collar up.
Top deck crew rockin out before we arrived at the island.
After we ate, we made our way over to this giant party area...somehow everyone got split up and kinda did their own thing for the night. A few of us made our way over to the mechanical bull and right as we got there we noticed that our dear friend Bill was next in line to ride. This could've definitely been one of the single most ridiculous events of the trip. After watching a bunch of people ride the bull unsuccessfully, Bill struts out, puts on the leopard print cowboy hat and proceeds to ride the bull til' it stopped without getting thrown off. That's when the crowd of about 2,000 onlookers erupt in applause for Bildo. Here are the pics...
While in line for the bathroom we ran into a little PSU blood. The twins in this picture are X-PSU cheerleaders and the girl in blue (Ashley) turned out to live right next door in Calder Commons...wierd.
As Mark tends to do...he was quick to make friends with the staff...in some cases overly-friendly.
Scottie B ended up making friends that night too...thatta boy.
The ride back from the island was probably the best part of the night. We talked to a bunch of people that said their rides back were boring...they must not have been on our boat. We rocked out the top deck PSU style by starting the "Scottie B do your dance" dance party. And what would one of our parties be without a stripper pole party or crowd surfing. By the time we got to the dock no one wanted to get off the boat.