Campout at Duke

A very small portion of the campers

Carleton loves taking pictures...as you can probably tell I wasn't really in the mood either, but we had to document it!

A little pinch of Carleton being inappropriate and he's all smiles...this picture has been slightly cropped for everyone's viewing pleasure. 

It was that time of year again...campout.  Every year the Duke grad students camp out for the weekend in hopes that their name will be drawn so they can have the privilege of buying tickets to the basketball games.  This year 6 of the 11 people in their pool won the chance to buy tickets.  How it works is they get into groups to better their chances of going to at least a few games, then the people in charge sound the alarm (it's completely unpredictable and goes off at all hours of the day and night).  We decided to not even get into our tent until 3am because we figured the alarm would sound at least a few times between 1 and 3 and it's really annoying to try to fall asleep with music blaring around you, and if you are lucky enough to fall asleep, to then get woken up by an alarm.  Anyway, back from the tangent... so after the alarm sounds, everyone races to sign in, if you miss more than one you're out, hence the reason people pin signs to their shirts that say "I'm drunk, if the alarm sounds put me in this line" or some people who share a pool go ahead and put their passed out friends right next to the sign-in table.  Sunday morning you go wait in line again (most of the LDS students got religious exemptions so they got to leave at midnight on Saturday, but someone still has to be there to see if you won the next morning!).  Carleton went back at 6:30am found out that about half of his group (but I think he's the only 3L that didn't win) won tickets and came home at 9:30 to get ready for church.  Now they put all the tickets in a pool, those who won get first draw (so it looks like Carleton won't be going to the UNC game this year) and then it goes around and around among the 11 of them.  Then they split the cost of the tickets so that nobody ends up paying the whole $150.  Not a bad set-up.  

These dukies are crazy, they bring tents with bathrooms in them, RVs, trailers, and play every alcohol related game you can (and probably wouldn't) think of.  The Uhaul and other moving companies must make bank on these weekends because parking lots are full of them.  

Other than people trying to pee right next to our spot, several people succeeding at it, and me throwing bottles and yelling at people that wouldn't stop, it wasn't any worse than expected.