A quote-post from Smith's blog

This was too good to not post...how I will spend tommorrow night

Century Club

Last night and today have me thinking back to my days of yore at Miami. Especially the KA Century Club. So for those of you have no idea what I'm talking about, here is a description in all it's drunken stupidity.

I'm going to guess most of you are familiar with a power hour: 60 shots of beer in 60 minutes. That's a nice little start to the night...Or the end for some of you.

Well, The Century Club is 100 shots of beer in 100 minutes. Or in our case, 110 because we do doubles on the 10's. For each event a custom CD is made with each song being 1 minute in length. There are several traditional song placements, such as at 60 minutes is 'Another One Bites The Dust' by Queen. And at the end is the full version of Sweet Home Alabama.

We cram several hundred people in for each party. Small, cheap tables are made in the days before and early the day of people reserve spots for them and their guests. As the evening draws near, case after case of adult beverages, coolers, and ice roll into the house. Sharpies are amassed for the 'signing' of the table every 10 minutes. At 10 pm, it's game on.

The drinks are cracked, the music is loud, and the company is good. For you non-drinkers, there are people participating with their N/A beverage of choice. Some do Gatorade, others do pop, and the completely retarded do milk or Red Bull.

Typically every 10 minutes someone takes a photo of the room:
0-20: Room looks crowded and little else
20-40: People are looking more celebratory-wave your hands in the air like ya just don't care style
40-60: Girls dancing on the tables
60-80: No one on tables anymore because one of them broke
80-100: Room thinned out some, only alcoholics remain

Then there is the ever popular table signing. How it works is you sign your area at the start and every 10 minutes thereafter:
0: Normal signature
10: Normal signature
20: Normal signature
30: Signature slightly off
40: Signature noticibly off
50: Drunken scribble
60: Forget to sign table
70: Write note about forgetting to sign table and how you'll make it up later
80: Try to decifer note you just wrote, forget to sign table again
90: Get mad, punch table, cut hand
100: Break table, forget about signatures, start throwing stuff and being 'fratty'

Another favorit pastime is to call people out. It's a pretty simple concept. Wait until the person you want gets a fresh beer. Start chanting there name. Once enough people join in, hey must chug whatever is left of their beer or get booed out of the room.

Another funny moment occours when the ladies have to break the seal. Us fellas can go anywhere we please, but the ladies need more of a proper toilet and to travel in packs bigger than 3. The house has 7 bathrooms: 2 upstairs, 2 on ground level, and 3 in basement. Around minute 40 the lines start to get quite long. Our house is conveniently located across from the President's Mansion and it's large backyard. So at about minute 40, several young ladies in skirts alway get the idea to run across the street and pee in the President's bushes rather than to wait for the bathroom inside. I felt really bad for one girl my sophomore year because she had a nasty little faceplant in our yard while running back from the bushes. That's right folks, this is nothing but the highest of high class parties.

So now you have an idea of what I did to my liver in college. I bet you sleep better at night knowing that.