I hated the elevator rule!! I had to ride past my stop many times because heavies were on the elevator with me. Then I would have to stay on and go back to my floor. What a crock!
What about family night. That was cult fun at its best.
Man did we drink a lot. Especially after we reached 21.
I remember Couch claiming we could become gay if we used the door handles at CBGB. What a dummy.
How about great travel weekends with our buddies visiting congregations and having the girls all want to meet us and hang out with us. I was never so popular. I even remember moms and dads trying to get us to meet and "date" their spiritual daughters, the further from NY you went the more the dubs we're in awe of bethelites. What morons. We were mostly all young horny idiots,