this takes so much back story it's probably not worth it.
When I was in college I lived in a fraternity. It was called Alpha Sig (short for Alpha Sigma Phi).

I am female. Alpha Sig wasn't officially a frat anymore, because many years earlier the member of Alpha Sig looked at one another and said, "Hey, you know what this frat needs? Chicks!"

And they went on happily being a fraternity, with membership in the National Greek Council and everything, and chicks, right up until the year they elected a woman to be president of the frat. And sent her to the National Council's annual meeting.

Somehow, the OTHER frat presidents though having girls in fraternities was a bad thing, and told Alpha Sig to stop pledging women or give up their charter. The charter went, but the fraternity traditions stayed on.

So, years later here I am as a new resident (not being an official frat anymore, the university put the house in the regular old housing lottery-- some people, like me, made it our first choice, but people who ended up their because of a bad draw were often most emphatically not pleased). And one of the great traditions of Alpha Sig-- I reveal it now because the university eventually got sick of A.S.'s antics and took away the house and gave it to a sorority-- the kind with only girls-- anyway, one tradition was that one or more new residents should kidnap the house president and do something TERRIBLE to him/her.

So a fellow newbie and I (the house had a significantly less attractive word than newbie for us) kidnapped the current president, dressed him up in a bustier, panthose and a miniskirt, eyeshadow, liner and lipstick, and took him out on the town. Note to handcuff wearers: if someone ties a rope to the chain in the middle and yanks, you will let them do *anything*. Off we go, with the other house members waiting to see what humiliations we heap on the poor bastard.

The way it relates to the QOTW is that, halfway to our destination city, I blurt out, "Hey, I know a good tattoo parlor there! Wouldn't it be hilarious if we all came back with Alpha Sig tattoos?"

You can guess what happened next.

I've never regretted it for a second though, I loved Alpha Sig and it turned out to be where I met the future Mr. Madrabbit, among many other fine memories.

And the poor bastard cross-dressed, tattooed house president? He's now a lawyer, my brother-in-law, and the father of my new nephew. Life's funny.

PS: The person who hated Alpha Sig the most? Condoleezza Rice. I'm not kidding.


( madrabbit is fully prepared, Sun 3 Dec 2006, 7:15, Reply)