Beer pong tournaments, frat parties and tailgates are a dime-a-dozen here in Hogtown. As they go, tournament-themed soirees are pretty fun, but a few icy barrels of Natty Light and a borrowed Superman cape/Lois Lane printout press badge does not a guaranteed epic night make.
Don’t get it twisted, Ron Burgundy and Veronica Corningstone make a hilarious costume duo, but the next day’s brief hangover is likely unremarkable to most students. We attend college in such an incredible state, but the elements are rarely taken advantage of by most social groups. To a Florida-grown girl like me, that’s just plain wasteful.
Enter UF Surf/Wake/Skim Club, occupied by a rowdy group of bros and bro-seefuses who love chugging as much as they love large bodies of water. They keep the Sigma Tau Epsilon party staples of BP tourney- copious beer, the bracket system and group costumes- and tweak them a bit.
Holy shit! Did Mario and Luigi just make their entry lap on dirt bikes? All I got from the last grab-a-date was that crappy t-shirt. Not only do they take advantage of Florida’s natural gifts, these kids can party harder than most super-seniors getting a PR degree.
Via: Austin Schmitz
This past weekend, the club held beer Olympics at their headquarters, properly dubbed The Dojo. It’s a fully fenced-in compound, more natural and intimate than any frat house with an erected tarp could hope to be. The Dojo has become the mecca of their team parties since they began to compete with fraternities to pull the “raddest freshman bros” to join the team.
With plenty of fresh meat in attendance, the tournament featured more than 20 teams, each with their own gnarly theme. Rocket Power Hour, Slurpin’ USA, Drink-182 and Shred, White and Chug were some of the standout troupes of the day. The classics: BP, power chug and dizzy bat kept the salty dogs content on that wave-less day.
Not to mention, their lack of a reigning sovereign body means no rules. Any off-the-wall thought that slides through their sandy earlobes is a go.
According to club President John Wilson, the group is “super independent” in respect to UF Greek life. But this is clearly a saving grace, as the biggest problem their fun ever encounters is noise complaints from neighbors of The Dojo.
Via: Austin Schmitz
Their only other issue is an internal one; they’re too busy being gnarly to organize at times. “The girls had to plan the Beer Tourney, we [the male executive office] could have never done that” said Wilson. That’s okay though, because every time they do mobilize, shit gets epic.”
Their Homecoming Parade float was stuff of legend during my freshman year, when they got kicked out of the entourage for being too rowdy. They could have re-entered the Parade this year under a different name, but no one remembered to turn in the paperwork.
Still, these guys have known what they’re doing since 1983, when Surf Club won the national college surf championship. The team then lobbied student government for a grant to take them to the sandy shores of California, and by the grace of Our Gator God, a hurricane on the West Coast kept the old boys busy shredding for the entire week.
Via: UF Surf Club
This alumni group still holds an annual surf competition/rager in St. Augustine where they surf against whichever kids occupy that year’s UF Surf Club. No hazing allegations have come of any year’s fresh batch of little bros, but I heard things did get a little dicey that time the team decided to sell “UF Surf Club” calendars, complete with gratuitous pictures of their young bods shredding the Florida coastlines.
If you’re still asking what the big deal is because you float down the river and visit Jacksonville Beach all the time? I applaud you for utilizing Florida’s natural resources. However, I invite you to consider why your Risk Management chairperson has such a hard time getting laid. It’s no fun being the fun police.
But, it’s cool. The sacrifice is made so that members of the Surf Club can live to shred and socialize another day.
Feature photo courtesy of: UF Surf Club
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