PIKE PASSPORT PARTY

October 2009

Passport is pike's biggest party of the year. Lindsay, Jaime, Lindsey, and I had spent the last few months going to pike on and off. At this point I think jaime had gone a little crazy so we were giving her some space at the time. Lindsay was dating a pike, colton, and they were on and off like you wouldn't believe. Madly in love one day, and barely together the next. Also, I had hung out with griffin a few times and stayed over a few times and then he decide to go awol for a week or two. Me and my naive self weren't happy. Lindsey was dating Jordan, a pike pledge, but they were kinda fickle also, So we partied elsewhere when we could. 
Lindsey was really sick so she dropped Lindsay and I off at the shacks. The shacks isn't just a nickname for the pike frat house, it's a literal definition. The windows are covered by planks, demanding "Let's Make Some Memories" in spray paint. There are pipes exposed, steps missing on the stairs, and so on. 

At Passport, every room of The Shacks is a different country. So when in ireland drink as the irish do, and when in russia drink as the russians do. There was Ireland with carbombs, America with cosmos and domestic beers, Russia with an Ice luge, and others i just don't remember. If you've never been to a party with an ice luge.. step up your game. They pour liquor and a chaser down two separate trails which merge at your mouth. In the middle of the party, baca (short crazy pike) decided it would be fun to spray the fire extinguisher in spain..so that country was done lol. It was a crazy night, we got to hang out with our favorite pikes scott and corbin who were griffins roommates. That was also the night I met tim, one of the best, who i got to know better sophomore year.
Every pike party it was either one of two scenarios
-griffin smooth talked me into staying
-griffin apologizing for not calling me and treating me like the slampeice i had become. Me not buying his bs and calling him out on trying to talk his way out of it. I would end up leaving when the party ended and he always called a few times, in his drunken stupor, trying to get me to come back and stay.
Passport ended in the latter of the two scenarios. I had about 10 missed calls the next morning, and no doubt he didn't remember making any of them. 
This year passport wasn't quite as fly. It was in march and the cops showed up by 10 p.m. Bummer.