A Story Involving Nudity, and the Police

So. Tuesday night I'm at Jamie's for beer pong. If you didn't know, every Tuesday Zach and I trek over to his place on 14th street to play in the league he and his roommates run. As a side note, we started out really strong before Zach lost his shot. It's cool, we all lose our shots sometime, but he had been hitting pretty consistently. I'm not bad but I'm not good enough to carry the team and so the last few weeks have been rough. We're coming back for the tournament, though. Yesterday Zachy did pretty well, so I think maybe he's hunted it out. I have high hopes.

Anyway, after beer pong most people usually head out to bars, but we hung around and played some flip cup. I once read that beer pong is considered a binge drinking game. If anything its the opposite. It's what you do when you need to slow down. Flip cup, on the other hand, is most definitely a binge-drinking game. Still, I don't think it really compares to an hour long game of Moose which followed.

Needless to say, we were feeling pretty good by the end. So what do we do? We do what every self-respecting UVA student does when the weather's nice and he's got alcohol humming through his veins. We went streaking. Or sort of.

We made it to the Lawn without too much trouble, (but I seem to remember tripping over a guy with crutches? Who knows?) but when we got there a certain someone...cough cough Jamie cough cough...decided he wasn't gonna do it. While the girls were trying to convince him, I got the urge. You know, that drunken urge that drives you to just walk out of a room even though no one comes with you - the one that leads you to dirty strip clubs, or to jump off a roof into a shallow swimming pool. That one. So I just take my clothes off and take off down the lawn.

Its kind of further than you think. In daylight, with your clothes on, it doesn't seem like that far to Homer's poetic (and possible pediphilic - that statue is weird man) ass. Naked in the dark its an eternity. Still, I was full of liquid courage so the length didn't bother me. I was just hitting my stride when I was spotlighted.

I figured it was some jackass who lived there so I kept running until I heard, "Put your clothes back on and get back up there!" in a gruff, undeniably policeman voice. I wanted to argue. "But it's a tradition man!"

"It's also against the law."

I'd been running with my boxers in hand, just in case, but I lost my grip and this point and lost them somewhere in the grass.

Stalling, I said, "It's cool man! It's cool!" Brilliant, I know. I bent over in the grass frantically searching. Finally I found them and hastily threw them on, backwards. I didn't stop to fix them, but took off back towards the rotunda, passing a naked Zach on the way. When I got back to my clothes I quickly threw them on. Rachel, Meghan, and Jamie had split of course. Apparently Jamie thought we got arrested.

The cop came up to us, nodded, and said, "How's it going?" walking on. It was a fun night.