CRANKY’s ANNUAL FRATERNITY
REUNION
We did
manage the Friday night cocktail party / dinner which this year was hosted by
Carl and Debbie Anderson at the Sea Isle City, NJ Yacht Club. The food was great, and so was the company,
especially the wives of all those idiots with whom I once spent so much time.
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The
highlight to the evening for me was a Stu Robinson story. Stu, who we called Wally because of his uncanny
resemblance to Wally Cox (giyp), is a
classic story teller. His calm demeanor
and dry wit never fail to make me laugh.
This
particular reminiscence involved a young lady who had dated several fraternity
brothers. She seemed to like our
fraternity house and its members, as she was present at many of our
parties. Her name was Sally. Most of the brothers did not know her last
name. Her nick name was Sally
Free-and-Easy. Sally did not know that this
was her fraternity moniker.
The nick
name was probably unfair. Sally was a
free spirit. She was attractive. Guys being guys tell tales. When one person claims Sally was “easy” it
probably meant he “made out,” maybe he got to second base. The next person who dated Sally may try and top
the story in a sophomoric “stud battle” common to the sixties. Long story short, Sally became known as Sally
Free-and-Easy.
Stu was an
engineer major. Engineer Majors were
always super smart about anything science or math. Socially they were sometimes a few beats
short of a full couplet.
At one
Fraternity event, Stu almost cost the brotherhood the company and attention of
Sally. He was on a first date with a lady
that years later would become Mrs. Wally. They bumped into Sally. Stu, the consummate gentleman introduced Sally
to his date.
“Sally, this is my date
Donna. Donna, this is Sally Freanezy.”
Stu later
explained,
“I thought she was
Italian.”
This was the
first I heard that story.
Wally may
well have made it up. He has a year to
top it.
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Great night Carl and Debbie, I’m sure
we missed a great time on Saturday and Sunday!
See you all next year.
I can relate. For years acquaintances of mine thought my last name was Dumas. ;)
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This is why I've never gone back to ANY of my High School reunions. I just had visions of it being too uncomfortable.
ReplyDeleteLike one of my long time friends whom I rarely now see said a few years back when we were chatting nicely at a much smaller and private type of "reunion", and one of his old flames came along and sat right down between us. (jerk) "I remembered within the first five minutes of our conversation just why that relationship never worked out."
And yes, she was a tad "free and easy" to boot.
And he didn't have to make anything up.
Later I asked our hostess, "Why was she invited?" to which there was an apology and an, "I thought it would be OK."
It's rarely "OK" when there are old girlfriends involved.
Sometimes it's really horrifying to remember back to those days and the antics that went on in frat houses...
ReplyDeleteI don't socialize with anyone from college, my friends probably didn't make it out of rehab. Every now and then I get a call from the UCLA Alumni Association and before they can ask for money I beat them to it and beg for a few bucks. This usually keeps them from calling for a few years.
ReplyDeleteHAhaaaa... Ms. Freanezy... HAhaa... I tell ya Cranky ... thought she was Italian.. HAaaa... oh, me... I needed that this morning...
ReplyDeleteHaven't thought of Wally Cox in eons... just loved hin... last was the Hollywood Squares... good lord that was a long time ago... what fun
poor sally!
ReplyDeleteWally has my sympathy.
ReplyDeleteMy husband had a friend, first name lost to memory. Last name Glasscock. His dad had the Chevy dealership in town. You can look it up.
All this fellow's friends called him Brittledick. How was I to know, in a moment of stress?
My husband's mother asked us to do something a particular evening and I replied "Oh, we can't. We're going to Brittledick's."
Eventually, I'll make it back to a college reunion. The Homecoming game is this month, but once again, I'm not feeling it. Next year... yeah, next year. :)
ReplyDeleteGlad you and Mrs. Cranky had fun!
Oh, I'm with TexWisGirl - poor Sally. I hope her memories are just as fond as the fellows. :)
I have an urge to watch Animal House again.
ReplyDeleteHilarious post and story! I only went to my 10 year HS reunion and I'm glad I didn't have too high expectations either. I remember that couple they deemed in the yearbook the couple that... yeah well they both looked like they had a hell of 10 yrs and totally were not the title they were crowned our senior year- each married to other people. Then there were those who wouldn't even talk to you in HS, but after 10 years are now acting like you've been besties and bff's since HS.
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