Title idea shamelessly stolen from Karen
I flew to Atlanta this weekend for Phi Sigma Pi’s annual hotel party National Convention. I hadn’t planned on going this year, but the lure was too strong. First, plane tickets to Atlanta came down to 50% of their previous price. Then, I found out that a work/school project had gotten pushed back a week. Add a whole lot of missing my bros to complete the trifecta, and off I went.
Before I get down to this year’s events, some background is in order. I liked Drew’s little trip down memory lane, so I’m going to do the same. This was my fourth national convention in five years, and a big part of why I went this time was how much I regretted missing it last year (damn you, Calc II!!).
My first convention (2001) was a no-brainer, as it was a hop, skip, and jump away from Truman in St. Louis. My Beta chapter brought something like 18 people, and I really bonded with them there.
It was my first interchapter event, and it was then that I realized that PSP chapters are pretty similar all over - smart people who know how to have a good time. In other words, these brothers were cool for all the same reasons as my Beta bros were! That weekend, this newbie was introduced to the concept of brotherhood points, and I had a blast “getting to know” people from all over the country.
Going to that convention probably had a lot to do with why I became so active in the organization. It was also there that I met both Jamie and Losh, who continue to be two great friends to this day.
In 2002, Convention was in Pittsburgh, and being infected with the Interchapter bug, I decided to make the drive with three other bros. My car had no CD player and I wasn’t about to make a long-ass drive without some tunes, so I spent the day before jury-rigging a sound system. By midnight that night, we were pulling out of Kirksville, bumping to the sounds from a discman, 4 computer speakers and subwoofer, which were strategically duct taped to various parts of my car’s interior.
That long day of driving didn’t end until 5pm, when we pulled into downtown Pitt, just in time for a hellacious rush hour. Along the way, we stole borrowed Pedro, the pink flamingo from a garden somewhere near Champaign, IL.
We proceeded to cart him all over the hotel that weekend, frequently shouting “Viva La Pedro!!”, much to the confusion of other chapters (and chagrin of the people trying to speak at the time).
That was also the year I wore my tux to the banquet, which set the ladies’ hearts all a-flutter:
The hotel in Pitt was one of the nicest that I’ve ever been in. That’s probably why my room, full of loud drunken college kids, got kicked out of our hotel room on Saturday night (in our defense, we weren’t the only ones). Thankfully, brothers help each other in times of need, so we snuck back in through the side door and crashed on the floors of various people we knew. (Thanks again for that one, Jamie!)
Due to your notoriously short attention spans (and my desire for sleep), Part II will come tomorrow (including details from last weekend’s trip to Atlanta).