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short recap.... This may be a bit long, but please read it, it's a bit repetitive but far from boring. Tell me what you think...
I'm a member of a European fraternity, the Corps. It's about 230 years old.
It's a very intensive fraternity, you live with your brothers, they will be at your wedding and your funeral and you help each other out no matter what (i have seen this already, its not just words) I have seen meetups where half the guys were in their 70s.
Traditions include swordfighting (yes the real thing), dressing stylishly(classic), and drinking rivers of beer as fast as possible
So this weekend we paid a visit to a Corps in Germany.
This corps has only one real member at this point. About 4 aspiring members.
Their house is on the main street of the city, has 7 floors, 2 elevators, is made primarily in marble and hardwood and has about 20 fulltime staff. There are some cars out front that belong to the corps. On every floor of the house, there are several bathrooms where you can barf. its like a big toilet with bars to hold, you barf in it and it flushes. In these little rooms, of course the floor is heated. Wouldn't want you to get cold feet when you are barfing your guts out...
Of course when they dont have guests (they often do though) this house is awfully big and lonely. They think so too. So last year they decided to buy the smaller house nextdoor too, and sleep there from now on and keep the one they had for parties. This second house used to be the Mexican embassy, before they bought it. Safe to say these guys like to spend some money. I talked quite a bit with their chief, he is fucking crazy. He's like 22 and lives like a King... he never really does stuff.... he has people for that. One point he actually called someone over to write down his number for him. even burned him out a bit because he STILL hadn't memorised it...
He's only that mean to aspiring members though, sort of like hazing. he was very polite and friendly to me. I gave him the card of my sister, she is the chief of a sorority and would like to visit them some time. He was pleased.
We visited them, another corps was there too. There were four of us from belgium. We came inside, the stairway into the house was entirely loaded with glasses of beer. and so it happened we were all barfing, even before we entered. We came in, there was a long table with a row of beers on each side, 10 thirsty looking guys in suits on the other side, and we had a relay race. Since there was more of them, each of us drank a few times in a row.
That was the welcome with the one corps. Of course we had to do the same with the other corps, and then again because they wanted a rematch, then again with the other corps because they didn't want to drink less than the other guys. I accidentally barfed all over the place.. not even down, more like horizontal. No problem obviously. What else do you have staff for?
Then they took us down into the cellar because some of the alumni dont like some traditions and better not know. there they gave us all a half gallon horn of beer to drink in one go. Some more barfing. back upstairs. one guy from another corps was a bit rude and ugly so i decided to try and murder him this weekend... I drank with/against him constantly until he literally fell down. After nagging and teasing him for it for a good while he agreed to go downstairs and drink a karaf with me. That's 2/3 gallon. He spilled half of it, barfed his brain out and broke down. His brothers took him to his room. I rejoined the party. He gave me his number, told me to call sometime if i have a little problem with beer or something. I also drank a karaf with an alumni of the hosts. I accidentally barfed back into the beer when Í was halfway, this cost me some time, now I had to drink some of it twice and it had chunks. Had this not happened, I would have won.
That was all friday evening. I dont remember anything besides beer and barf and decadence, but I know I didn't really sleep, or stop drinking for any mentionable amount of time, until sunday evening. We also had dinner and breakfast and lunch prepared for us. Of course you can also race with food, but its a bit rude at the dinner table. So I challenged some people and took some food outside for us. I ate a chocolate coated apple and a large saucage in about half the time it took them. We did a little walk through the town, drinking gluhwein (warm sweet red wine with some stuff in it) and looking around. Just before we left, one guy of the hosting corps challenged me to a one on one 64-fold beer race. 64 pints each... He was probably just joking, but duty conscious as I am I took it. 64 beers in a row is a strange sight. They had to take an extra table. They placed big buckets and trays around the table to barf in. The chief of the hosts stood there watching, clearly amused by the nuttiness of his youngest guest.
My opponent was a lot faster. I was already tired and drunk. But I still drank a pint every 4-5 seconds or something. I picked up the tray I just barfed in, it was a bit heavy but I could manage, and brought it to my opponent, who had already sat down. I asked him if he wanted to race it. After all now it was still cold. He turned me down. It's ok, he was of course a bit tired.
then we went back upstairs to do some relays. I do not really remember much of this part of the evening. My brothers carried me to the car.
like when we arrived, we drank some relays as a goodbye, and left our new friends. My brothers told me I did very well. I told them I was a bit thirsty.
I'm a member of a European fraternity, the Corps. It's about 230 years old.
It's a very intensive fraternity, you live with your brothers, they will be at your wedding and your funeral and you help each other out no matter what (i have seen this already, its not just words) I have seen meetups where half the guys were in their 70s.
Traditions include swordfighting (yes the real thing), dressing stylishly(classic), and drinking rivers of beer as fast as possible
So this weekend we paid a visit to a Corps in Germany.
This corps has only one real member at this point. About 4 aspiring members.
Their house is on the main street of the city, has 7 floors, 2 elevators, is made primarily in marble and hardwood and has about 20 fulltime staff. There are some cars out front that belong to the corps. On every floor of the house, there are several bathrooms where you can barf. its like a big toilet with bars to hold, you barf in it and it flushes. In these little rooms, of course the floor is heated. Wouldn't want you to get cold feet when you are barfing your guts out...
Of course when they dont have guests (they often do though) this house is awfully big and lonely. They think so too. So last year they decided to buy the smaller house nextdoor too, and sleep there from now on and keep the one they had for parties. This second house used to be the Mexican embassy, before they bought it. Safe to say these guys like to spend some money. I talked quite a bit with their chief, he is fucking crazy. He's like 22 and lives like a King... he never really does stuff.... he has people for that. One point he actually called someone over to write down his number for him. even burned him out a bit because he STILL hadn't memorised it...
He's only that mean to aspiring members though, sort of like hazing. he was very polite and friendly to me. I gave him the card of my sister, she is the chief of a sorority and would like to visit them some time. He was pleased.
We visited them, another corps was there too. There were four of us from belgium. We came inside, the stairway into the house was entirely loaded with glasses of beer. and so it happened we were all barfing, even before we entered. We came in, there was a long table with a row of beers on each side, 10 thirsty looking guys in suits on the other side, and we had a relay race. Since there was more of them, each of us drank a few times in a row.
That was the welcome with the one corps. Of course we had to do the same with the other corps, and then again because they wanted a rematch, then again with the other corps because they didn't want to drink less than the other guys. I accidentally barfed all over the place.. not even down, more like horizontal. No problem obviously. What else do you have staff for?
Then they took us down into the cellar because some of the alumni dont like some traditions and better not know. there they gave us all a half gallon horn of beer to drink in one go. Some more barfing. back upstairs. one guy from another corps was a bit rude and ugly so i decided to try and murder him this weekend... I drank with/against him constantly until he literally fell down. After nagging and teasing him for it for a good while he agreed to go downstairs and drink a karaf with me. That's 2/3 gallon. He spilled half of it, barfed his brain out and broke down. His brothers took him to his room. I rejoined the party. He gave me his number, told me to call sometime if i have a little problem with beer or something. I also drank a karaf with an alumni of the hosts. I accidentally barfed back into the beer when Í was halfway, this cost me some time, now I had to drink some of it twice and it had chunks. Had this not happened, I would have won.
That was all friday evening. I dont remember anything besides beer and barf and decadence, but I know I didn't really sleep, or stop drinking for any mentionable amount of time, until sunday evening. We also had dinner and breakfast and lunch prepared for us. Of course you can also race with food, but its a bit rude at the dinner table. So I challenged some people and took some food outside for us. I ate a chocolate coated apple and a large saucage in about half the time it took them. We did a little walk through the town, drinking gluhwein (warm sweet red wine with some stuff in it) and looking around. Just before we left, one guy of the hosting corps challenged me to a one on one 64-fold beer race. 64 pints each... He was probably just joking, but duty conscious as I am I took it. 64 beers in a row is a strange sight. They had to take an extra table. They placed big buckets and trays around the table to barf in. The chief of the hosts stood there watching, clearly amused by the nuttiness of his youngest guest.
My opponent was a lot faster. I was already tired and drunk. But I still drank a pint every 4-5 seconds or something. I picked up the tray I just barfed in, it was a bit heavy but I could manage, and brought it to my opponent, who had already sat down. I asked him if he wanted to race it. After all now it was still cold. He turned me down. It's ok, he was of course a bit tired.
then we went back upstairs to do some relays. I do not really remember much of this part of the evening. My brothers carried me to the car.
like when we arrived, we drank some relays as a goodbye, and left our new friends. My brothers told me I did very well. I told them I was a bit thirsty.
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