Day Three of FgI Island. In the middle of our 72-hour party we had a mariachi band come and give a rousing rendition of "T equila" and "Low Rider." They arrived around 10 a.m. and marched throughout the house while everybody got up for the biggest blow out Auburn had ever seen. Nothing says a great party like mariachi's in the morning. It was like waking up in Cozumel but without the annoying sand everywhere. FijI Island finally came to the house this year after a two-year hiatus. Nothing could stop the party: we had three nights of rain and no one cared. Wet messy fun. It took a while to build but the hard work paid off when we saw the entire courtyard become transformed into an island paradise. No one has a better party. Three nights. Five bands. A great way to end the year. It was definitely worth the wait, the rain, the sunburns, the brotherhood ... everything about it was incredible. Only one thing to do now: top it next year.
And who could forget game days? Auburn vs. Alabama. Doesn't get any bigger and game days don't get any better than at the house. It started off early with an 8 a.m. wake-up call with Waites's trombone rendition of the fight song. Then another hearty Luther meal of breakfast casserole, fried chicken, and other fixins. No one cooks like Luther. Then tailgating was easy. A short walk across the street. It's definitely the best spot for a game day. Not far from the stadium and we were ready to watch the Tigers destroy the Tide.
