I hate Kings

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little music never hurt anyone

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Oh, the college life.  Waking up in the wee hours of the afternoon.  Rushing to class, just to arrive 5 minutes late in a panic of sweat.  Checking my watch every so often to count down my moment of freedom.  Jamming to the gym before dinner and rolling out into the night for some shenanigans.  Yep, the good ole days.
Well, as a former member of the UC Davis ultimate frisbee team (and subsequent drinking team) I have done my fair share of drinking games.  In fact, weekly gatherings were held to partake in such events.  Quarters, flip cup, beirut, dia-lau you name it and there's probably some variation that I've played.

Well, back to the current uni life (I'll call it uni, cause I'm in Australia).  I've joined the school's frisbee team and such social customs are withheld.  We have trainings (practice) and subsequent drinking activities.  Everyone like a brew, but here cocktails make up a good portion of the drinks.
It seems like the essential equipment for drinking games are just cards.  This makes sense, as everyone from the uni team lives in different areas, so we meet up at various bars.  Institutions like these wouldn't appreciate games like thumper or feats of strength.  So cards make up the majority of games... the most popular one is Kings cup and, for the most part, ends up being the staple of the night.

I hate Kings cup.  (aka Kings, for the lazies who couldn't be bothered to say 'cup')

Now, I'm not dissing the rules or the functionality of the game.  I think all the mini games are pretty unique and fun.  The problem is the cup.  In Australia, cider and cocktails are quite popular (along with beer); as such, Kings cup get quite distorted with a ugly shade of bleh.  I have never lost at Kings cup (and don't plan on losing), but I have never wanted to drink anything so vulgar... ever.  I would not wish a thing on my worst enemy.  To make matters worse, we (as a frisbee team) tend do not use a center cup, but rather a center frisbee.  yep, that disc we throw around, bouncing in the dirt and mauling with our grubby little hands.  gross.

Well, I realized I've rambled on a bit about and although it may sound like i dread drinking with my team, that's quite the opposite impression i'm trying to make.  They're a bunch of lovely people, on and off the field.  Drinking culture is definitely different here.  not better. not worse.  Just got me wondering when the next time i'll be hearing- "Konrad 1".