Last night’s activities ended at the club early as we drank the bar dry yet again. Some teams headed out to nearby Frankfort to see what they could stir up. And the V-999 team did just that. Apparently at one bar they were abruptly asked to leave. They looked surprised and inquired and they were met with threats of the popo being called. They wisely left and went to another bar, and as they were leaving 2 local drunk chicks started cheering. New bar new deal, right? Nope – the 2 heinous cheerleaders went to the next bar and told the management that these guys were trouble, and they proceeded to get kicked out immediately – they are still wondering what happened, I am trying to find out the real story but they are all playing dumb. The problem here is that I am pretty sure there are only 2 bars in Frankfurt..bummer for them. In other camps there was a different kind of debauchery and destruction. Sam Rogers, who was sailing with Team Melvin, decided it would be a good idea to hit the YC beach like he was storming Normandy in their rental Powerboat. He augered into the sand, went in to the party, then they left, on the way back across the pond, Sammy noticed a camp fire on the shoreline, he went for it again since the first time worked so well. Unfortunately the aggressive moves were a bit too much for the yacht and the motor died. They made it home barely but in the AM the boat was dead on arrival and had to be towed back across the lake..good one Sammy!