Perhaps the best reunions of all time, the Ninth saw many firsts.
First Ever Alumni Houseparties Weekend Hosted in the springtime splendor of Richmond, Houseparties '07 proved a worthy training ground for the upcoming Ninth. The momentum built up from this event carried through till the last late night Wa Run of Reunions. A shout out to T Mass for pulling everything off. See videos and photos...
First Ever GNC Every now and then a party innovation is born that changes everything. Read the true story...
First Ever Tiger Ball Binder P-Rade March More on this debacle below...
And so begins another Reunions... Friday
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Moments after Frankly proposed on the Reunions dancefloor (what could be more romantic!)
Soaked Wizzmar, Mophie, and Bobo
Saucy, is that you?
The Birth of the GNC
Friday, 9th Reunion
Beer Tent Drama Just as I grabbed a beer from the kind beer steward, the heavens opened up. Opaque walls of water hit the ground with the sound of a Niagara waterfall chug.
“You have to keep moving,” the proctor warned me. I averted my eyes and re-adjusted my hat.
“You have to leave the tent,” the proctor warned again, although he wasn’t getting angry. He realized he was ordering a dry lamb into a horrifically wet slaughter.
I questioned him meekly, stalling for time. I had to think fast, it was coming down harder now. Leaving the tent would be a complete disaster.
Then I thought of a potential solution. “If I chug my beer, can I stay in here?”
“Uhhh, yes… yes I guess.” The idea had caught him off guard; I seized the moment and sloppily chugged the full beer. The cold carbonation left a searing pain in my esophagus; I put my hands on my knees and spit saliva. But then it went away.
“That was close,” I notified the proctor and whirled to refill my cup. He smiled in relief; I sensed a slight tinge of amusement sneak onto his face, but only for a moment. Then it was back to the “You must leave now” routine with the next unlucky lamb.
After a brief time, the proctor turned his attention back to me. This time I buried the second draft with no hesitation and returned to the tap. Obviously, this routine was unsustainable, so with a full beer I dove into the wetness and dashed madly for the main tent. I made it, but somewhere in between I dropped my beer. This detail proved to be a crucial ingredient in what was about to happen next.
Necessity is the mother of inebriation In the main tent, I spent some time drying off, talking with friends, and generally having a good time. The beer flowed sweetly through me but soon its voice could not be muted: “two good chugs deserve another” it spoke to me. But I had no beer and the beer tent was an impossible trek through the unwavering wall of rain. The situation called for a drastic action.
What happened next was both obvious and genius. It was the culmination of years of reunions chugging, bringing the act clearly to a higher level of stupidity that had remained elusive until now. I gave my camera to Effex to capture the event.
With the camera rolling, I nonchalantly crossed the floor and swooped in on Beet’s unsuspecting beer. As you can see, I grabbed the cup too slowly and Beet easily thwarted my attempt. However, the idea had been born, the chasm had been crossed.
Effex quickly grasped the significance of the breakthrough. “Whoah… that needs a name. How ‘bout the Grab and Chug? GNC for short,” he brainstormed, and at once we both knew the name would stick forever.
To demonstrate the GNC, we staged a GNC to fully capture the concept lest it get lost in the chaos. The rest of the night spiraled out of control and we completely forgot about the GNC, yet the GNC video survived.
A Day of Many GNC Firsts As we slowly assembled at the P-Rade the next day, the last thing anyone wanted to think about was GNCing. However, minutes and a few shotguns later, talk of the GNC filled us with giddiness. Out at the Street, beer flowed like water from every spigot. If anything there was a vast over-supply, not a shortage like the previous night. Still, it was time to roll out the GNC.
The ensuing hours saw a series of ‘first evers’ in an increasingly daring and sloppy calvacade of GNCs. Here are some videos of notable firsts:
The First Random GNC Big Stud executes the first ever GNC to a random victim. He takes a deep breath, collects himself, and swoops in. "You can keep it!"
The First Classic GNC Stone spontaneously innovates the GNC and exhibits what is now considered Classic form. Specifically, the cup slam down immediately after the chug is the key move that propelled the GNC to its current form.
The First Pitcher GNC Stone successfully executes the first ever to the delight of pregnant audience. However, without Classic form (no slam down).
The First ‘Happy Ending’ GNC Ponch performs a celebratory dance to commemorate his first GNC kill.
The First Female GNC Jenn chugs her way into the history books.
The First Wine GNC Unbeknownst to Harriman.
The Last Ever GNC The taps shut down, the crowds filtered away. Lingerers lingered, nurses nursed their last beers. T Mass somehow managed to keep his full beer intact until the very end.
But in swooped Stone with a final, perfectly executed GNC that left T Mass dumbfounded and signaled the very end of the Ninth Year Reunion.
The GNC: A Ninth Year Reunion Tradition.
Very late the next morning...
Our savior the sausage maker
Our savior the waffle maker
Revived Ninth Year squad
Come on
Some P-Rade supplies
Ninth ready to party, Tenth a little disappointing
