In the year of our lord one thousand nine hundred and ninety- two, four of the Psi Upsilon brethren set forth on a splendid Saturday afternoon to visit the fine hunting grounds of the Homo Sapiens femalus that inhabit UGA. The ones who compromised this mštley crew were Sunil Bhagia (Sunman), Jeff Stephens, Allen Frasier, and Brian Niemeyer (the Eternal Pledge). This hardy crew set forth to sample the various delights (especially the feminine ones!) in the Sunman's 1991 Chrysler LeBaron (which has its own part in this tale). The trip was uneventful, the speed limit was largely ignored (and many elderly drivers had their life spans shortened enormously), and no small numbers of innocent children were psychologically scarred.
The arrival of our heroes coincided nicely with the fall of night. Most of the more interesting varieties of Homo Sapiens femalus come out only at night, therefore this event was viewed with mild excitement. Now commenced one of the many games that can be played around Athens. It is very popular among the slope browed fellows that inhabit it and attend the fine Let us now blur the hand of time an go forth to one of the main events of this epic(well minorly so) trip. Let us now introduce the band Bob. As can be quickly be discerned from said band's name, their style (perhaps too flattering a term) was best described with a single term from the Georgia Institute of Technology curriculum: decibels. Allan was well acquainted with one of the band's members, the others (after the performance) had no desire to know anyone with any relation to Bob. For this tie of fellowship all of our heroes endured an hour of the most hideous, indescribable torture imaginable! Sound so loud it was felt, not heard. Lyrics little better than the howling beasts of the wild! When at last our faithful crew stumbled forth, their senses were dulled almost to nothingness and their ears rang profusely.
Once more our mštley crew had recovered their senses and fortified their courage with several large tankards of...Coke, every college man's main drink..., they set forth to hunt (and be hunted) by the native females. Many hours later with a string of broken hearts in tow, they decided that it was time to depart. The trip back was not without advent. The Sunman, being tired from all the various forms of debauchery, failed to notice several large iron spikes sticking out of the grate on the side of the roadway. A few seconds later a memorable exercise in the laws of physics resulted in a perforated tire and four disheartened fellows. Knowing little of the fate in store for them, they bravely ventured forth to repair the damage to their transport. Alas, the tire was no more. However, the vehicle did come with a spare tire provided for just such fateful moments. Much to the crew's dismay, however, it was discovered that the spare (and this term is used with the utmost lightness) was not the equal of its forebear. It would not take the strain of a true tire, but must be handled with much delicacy. The return trip was long. The weather was dismal. The band disheartened. What the fair steed had once crossed in but minutes became hours. They persevered. Long hours after the last had given up hope of seeing Sunday morning cartoons, there appeared the fair vision of safety and security. The Psi Upsilon House. Thus our fearless adventurers returned once more: tired, but home.
Psi U recently participated in the Third Annual Tennis Hacker's Festival "Ace Leukemia" tournament at the Standard Club as a philanthropy project. This event which was originally perceived by all the victims as a torture perfect for exhausted Tech students turned a universally agreed upon great time. The job consisted of leading a group of people from event to event around the country club. The events were mainly designed to improve the game of the participant under the eyes of a pro as several experienced first hand as they tried some of the events. Along with the tennis there was an auction, but it was unfortunately too expensive for our credit cards.
Our hard efforts were rewarded. There was free food from the cookout and lots of free refreshments. Everyone got a T-shirt and a kozzie for their efforts. There was also an abundance of leftover Freshen's frozen yogurt left over; we brought home five bags full.
The only down side to the whole event was that the other fraternity that was supposed to be there all day (the Aluminoids) deserted their groups forcing them to wander around aimlessly. Fortunately for them, the event was nearly over by then, and a few merged with our groups so as not to miss anything. It is interesting to note that the group that originally referred to themselves as victims, ended the day bragging about how cool their groups were and promising to be there again next year. The "Ace Leukemia" tournament promises to be a great philanthropy project for future years.
Ace Leukemia, the Philanthropy Project
as related by Brother Matthew Dinkins