Texas State Bro Gets Drunk At Formal In New Orleans, Takes $1200 Cab Back To His Frat House By Mistake, Flies Back To New Orleans
BSO – I didn’t believe it at first, but then Frat guy provided receipts and credit card statements to TFM.com.
One thing is obvious either the kid’s parent are rich or they are going to be pissed when they see his credit card statement. We will let him tell the story in his own words.
Alright, I woke up Friday morning, started drinking until the busses showed up to the house. I hardly remember the trip to NOLA, once we got to the hotel we went out to Bourbon street. I went to some bars, drank, and lost my group plus my date.
I ended up in front of a different hotel and these guys tried fighting me and one of them stole my phone. We got into a fight and then a hotel employee called the police. Two cops showed up on horses and told me to leave so I got into a cab. I told the driver to take me to San Marcos because I thought I was on 6th street in Austin. He told me to get out because it was too far of a drive and that it’d be close to $700, I pulled out my card and said lets go.
He drove me all the way to the Delt house, I got there at 11 Saturday morning and it cost $755. I walked into the house and the guys freaked out and said that they thought I got shot or stabbed since I was missing for over 8 hours. They told my date and everyone that I was still alive and then I booked a flight and flew all the way back to NOLA that night.
I got another cab from the airport and I told him I’d pay him more if he went 90 on the highway and then we stopped so I could buy some roses for my date to try and apologize since she hated me and the fact that she had to sleep next to me at the hotel. I walked into the hotel and everyone went crazy and they started asking me about what happened. I found my date and she looked like she wanted to kill me. She wouldn’t talk to me so I just went to the bar again. She stayed pissed at me for the rest of the trip especially since she had to sit by me on the bus ride back to Texas State.
I had one hell of a weekend in NOLA. I loved it. [TFM]
The only issue is when he actually looked at his bank statements he didn’t just pay $700 for his cab ride, but $1241.
Me: “I see a $480 charge from a cab company and an $800 cash withdrawal.”
Him: “Apparently the cab was $480 for half way, then when I got to San Marcos I withdrew $800 so I could pay him the extra $760. This is my first time checking my account.”
Me: “So your cab fare was actually over $1,200?”
Him: “Correct.”
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And this right here is why you go to college: to get the stories that will last you for every party and social gathering you go to for the rest of your life. (To get an education, a job, have a career future, set yourself up to earn a living and survive in the real world, because your parents force you to – all close seconds). Seriously it might sound bad right now, you might be a little embarrassed and out of beer money for the next 2 semesters, but trust me, you’re going to end up happy you have such a crazy life experience to talk about. The time you got so hammered in New Orleans that you took a $1200 cab back to your frat house in Texas then flew straight back to New Orleans. Gonna be tough to top that one.
I mean the story might sound unbelievable at first glance, like all these viral stories do, but when you really think about it…each aspect makes perfect sense. A bro getting way too hammered in New Orleans and losing his bearings. (I’ve been to Mardi Gras three times, can confirm, one night of nonstop Hurricanes kills at least 85-87% of total brain cells). A scumbag taxi driver looking to rip a wasted kid off. Probably was just staking out Bourbon Street all night waiting for a frat boy exactly like this one to come stumbling around. Saw the credit card come out, heard the slurred “Let’s Go,” and saw the dollar signs light up in his eyes. Perfect combo. That’s how you end up dropping over a grand on a ride to the wrong state right there.