The Do's and Don'ts of Brewhaha OR Why I Don't Deserve to be Alive Today

This weekend marked the second annual Alpha/Sigma Tiffin Summer Break Brewhaha. (For the last two years I've been trying to get people to spell it properly, Brouhaha, but I just give up now.) Packing an inordinate amount of people into a cabin that was once a navy barracks and feeding them copious amounts of alcohol while dodging everything from maple syrup to bottle rockets.

That, my friends, is living.

Despite an everpresent demand for a written account of the event on this website, it must be made clear that my mom reads this blog and we must do all we can to keep her in the dark.

Here's a small nugget, however....

"******, did you seriously do a naked handstand last night?"

Yep. Suck on that.