Pop your collar, invert your visor and stuff your cargo shorts with a six pack of Busch Light, because it's 2002 and you're headed to a backyard flip cup tournament. Contestants will line up on either side of a poorly constructed folding table and amid a flurry of red plastic cups and revolting trash talk, battle until a winner is declared (or we lose track of the score).
You will scream and cheer until your throat is sore. Your bookstore-bought flip flops will become saturated in beer foam and wet grass and completely disintegrate. You will treat yourself to low-quality pizza, 90's rap, snacks, other backyard games and impromptu "naps" in a lawn chair while you regroup and rally. You will relive the days before kids, before jobs, before any semblance of responsibility or decorum.
This throwback throwdown of millennial proportions will be fueled by the absolute cheapest beer available in a keg. When the party's over, you'll be thrown into an Uber with a commemorative beer koozie to prove that you were at the greatest afternoon party since you got your fake ID from Jesse out back of the 7-11. And that you can totally still hang.
Now go home and sleep it off. PS - bring your own camp chair if you want somewhere to sit.
5/14 4:30 PM
Donated by: Chris Dynan, John Solit, Mark Hindes, Kapil Parakh, Adam Singleton
