POV: sig chi brother

I wake up from another fun as heck Saturday. I'm hungover from drinking alone, so I laboriously roll off of my California king (which is still too small, horizontally) and head downstairs for breakfast. On my way I gently caress our composite with Jon Huntsman on it. I can't wait to tell all 10 freshman rushes about it later.

As I prep my 3000 calorie light snack (it's cutting season), I log onto side chat. Unfortunately our TwinSick event has only sold 60 tickets, even with Hall and Zete and we need 400 to break even. 90% of those tickets are brother codes too, so I guess in reality we've only sold like 5 actual tickets, but I'm sure things will turn around once I make enough fake hype posts about it. I hide the ticket count, just in case.

I compose a text to my boy in zete. "Gonna shoot off this code link to our Chi-O chat again today. Gonna be a sick event man, us T2's gotta stick together"

"Uh yeah, sure man. Have you guys covered the down payment yet?" he replies. Of course we have. Man, me and him are so tight. Every time I show up outside their late nights I call him 15 times to come get me. He's busy and doesn't answer, but in recitation the next day he usually apologizes, so I know we're friends like that.

Time to check Greekrank. I make another post where I put Sig Chi in its rightful place with Apes and ZBT (even thought we haven't had a single cross rush with them since 2015). "Sig Chi is a T2, T2.5 at lowest," I comment. And that's fair, right? We haven't had a mixer with tridelt, aphi, or even oax for close to 3 years straight, but this new class is going to turn it around.

I pound back another beer and prime rib. The SK mixer we have later is going to be lit.