One particular night, a group of us film students got out of the theatre show early and decided to take the tube across town in to the heart of the club scene. We’d just seen a London playhouse rendition of Priscilla Queen of the Desert and naturally felt inclined to get out on the town and have a few quaffs. Some of the other residents at the dorm had been raving about Champion Sports Bar across the street from Tiger Tiger and had told us that tonight is 1£ beer night, so naturally we are all in. The 1£ beers were awfully poor in taste, but when I caught wind that there would be a pong tourney on the second floor, I made a financially savvy decision to go ahead with the cheap beer and enter the contest, with ultimate hopes of getting maniacally inebriated, while spending as little dough as possible. I had Ichabod Crane for a partner, an annoying and fidgety human being named Calvin who was in the Comm. School with me at TCU. The picking for partners was very slim. Nevertheless, we hit the sign-up sheet and were called up for the first game. There were a multitude of women from our program there, and it felt most honorable to be representing our group before them; however, they all soon lost interest, said their respective we’ll see you back at the dorms and were on their way. While it was a small blow, it didn’t last long. Before we knew it, Calvin and I had won three games and the place was getting packed with participants and onlookers, of all nationalities. The beer kept coming, as did the wins. What had started at merely 9:30 pm had run to 2:45am. And we never lost. We won every single game and ultimately the tournament, each of us awarded with a 50£ bar tab for the following Wednesday. I somehow managed to find my way home via cab and somehow managed to find my way to my dorm. Unfortunately, I did not find my way to the bathroom and took care of my business all over my roommates backpack, bed sheets and a corner of his desk. When my professors came upstairs the next morning to chew me out, I acted as though nothing had happened, because in my mind, nothing had. As far as I knew, I was a reigning pong champ. A reigning international pong champ, teach! Dr. McGettigan proceeded to give me a strong chewing later that day, along with a verbal warning: “I’ll send your ass home so fast if you f*** up again, John Baumann.” Needless to say I didn’t f**** up again, but I most certainly had many more wonderful evenings. Just had to, you know, keep it in control.
Ah, to be young.
Oasis - Don't Look Back in Anger *walked in to a bar in Edinburgh and this place was being sung as if an anthem; chilling, awesome experience
Bob Dylan - Meet Me In The Morning **shout out to Sellin' Belts
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