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Hi,

In case you haven't figured it out this is Nick. I'm probably bored and/or moderately busy. Basically, this is yet another new blog I "plan" on updating on a regular basis. If my blogging history proves anything, this will probably be the 3rd to last post I ever make. Hopefully I'll actually stick with this one and provide some kind of an update to those interested every now and then. I guess I can start off with a quick recap of this last weekends activities.

SAVANNAH.

Yes, a group of us made the trip down to Georgia for the St. Patrick's Day celebration. JP, Tony, and I headed on down on Thursday and started the weekend off like you'd imagine. We got to town, got dressed, and hit the bars. I know we hit The Bar Bar, but thats about all I remember from that night other than meeting up with the rest of our party. Jason, Wes, and both of their girlfriends.
Friday came, and this was the day of the parade. Lots of "interesting" people came out for the parade this year. I overheard one group of people who seemed best described as vagrants saying something about themselves being a, "travelling troupe." I didn't care to stick around to hear and smell the rest of the conversation. The drinking continued throughout the night.
Saturday was quite the interesting day. Sushi for lunch at Sushi Zen. Pretty decent sushi and sake. Dinner was at the Pirate House. Now this was when the group grew. We met up with everyone (I'm guessing 20-30 total) and after a few Skullcrushers (rum, rum, rum) we were seated. Quite the rowdy group, everyone else in the room we were seated in pretty much hated us. We had an awful waitress that pretty much would have ruined everyones experience there if it weren't for the skullcrushers. After dinner and some moderate nudity, we headed back to the hotel to prepare for the night.
So, we're sitting in the hotel getting ready to go out. JP disappears with a new friend for a while, and the power flickers. We're all like "WOOOOO" because, well, we're still kind of drunk. Then, the room goes black. We look out the window, the entire city is dark. Hooray, the city of Savannah was experiencing a blackout. So, like any reasonable person, we decide to head out of our hotel in search of booze.
Let me tell you, its rather cool to see thousand and thousands of drunk people wandering the darkened streets in a cooperative search for alcohol. Cops were pretty much everywhere, and a storm was coming in (the sky was constantly flashing). Somehow, the group got split up in the mess, and Tony and I found a cash bar. After a drink, we decided to head back to the hotel. Eventually, we meet up with everyone and we make yet another decision. We grab our stuff, the table Jason brought, and head up to the pool on the roof.

BEER PONG.

I'm not quite sure why it was decided to bring beer pong to Savannah for St. Patrick's Day, but it was put to use. JP showed back up, apparently having left his new friend. Through the wind on the roof we were able to play for a tiny bit before the State Troopers came and kicked us back down to the lower levels. This BITCH of a Trooper took out her frustration on us. We were very polite the entire time, but no matter what we said to her, she just looked at us and didn't say a word. Eventually, while waiting for the elevators (backup generators were working in the hotel, though the rooms still had no power or A/C) this cute lil' girl went up and thanked the tropper for being out and helping. Finally, the bitch trooper started to talk. She went OFF. She was apparently pissed off that she had to come play security guard for some drunk people. The one thing I remember her saying to us all was, "You come down here on vacation and you leave on probation."

YOU COME DOWN HERE ON VACATION AND LEAVE ON PROBATION. It's only a tiny bit funny until you realize WHY she was saying that. She was talking about how everyone had an open container and everyone had already been given enough breaks. Basically, she said we weren't allowed to drink in the halls or on the roof. For those of you who know Savannah, they have this nice little policy that basically says, you can get to-go cups in the bars and drink in the streets in certain parts of the city (such as where our hotel was.) So basically, to break it down for you, we weren't allowed to drink in the halls of our hotel, so we took our drinks down to the lobby, out the door, and directly in to the streets where it was allowed. Tons of people were out there relaxing, and waiting for the storm to come.
That's pretty much all there is to say for now, we hung out, met a lot of people (tons from the Raleigh area) and eventually ended up with the seven of us in our room, with no A/C, making fun of each other, telling jokes, and listening to this old crazy woman with a high pitched voice talking about a tornado coming through our mess of a room.
We got up Sunday morning, cleaned up, packed up, and left.

It was a good weekend. Let the countdown begin for next year.