In a small college town such as Hattiesburg, there are not many places to go out and get your drink on. Our college years bring us some of the most fun, yet most tragic times of our lives. During this time, we also go through a great amount of loss. The loss of a good fake ID, a credit card or two, but mostly, our self-respect. We give all the credit of these losses to the wild nights spent at our beloved bars. Sadly, some of our best watering holes got lost along the way. So, here is a small tribute to the ones we have loved and lost.
RIP March 21, 2011.
The infamous "old" Mugshots. We've all heard those crazy stories about this urban legend, but most of us who are here now never got the opportunity to experience it. Such a shame that it burned down before my freshman year, but the tales still live on from those who overindulged in all its glory. From quarter liquor to 50 cent beer, getting drunk on a budget was a piece of cake. Nothing will ever take the place of ole Mugs.
RIP May 6, 2013.
Where most of our freshman years were wasted. I can't exactly remember most of the things that happened there, but I do know that Tuesday-Saturday this was the place to be. Who doesn't miss those crazy glow rage nights, T-shirt Tuesdays, and $10 all you can drink on Thursdays. You could never use the excuse of not having enough money to go out because it was so cheap, and the bartenders gave you free drinks half the time anyway. Even the Ying-Yang Twins made a guest appearance to the good 'ole Frat. When "Shots" came on, you knew exactly where to be if you wanted a free, but disgusting, shot. The stairs, whether inside or out, were no one's friend. As "Closing Time" played, we stumbled our way onto the Frat House bus with bar tar to our knees, our dignity gone, and high hopes of finding a ride to Taco Bell. Whether a Tuesday or a Saturday, the Frat House was sure to be a damn good time. May it rest in peace.
Oh, Dere. Where to start? There's not much to say about the first location, but we definitely missed how close it was. Many of nights at DeRe were spent trying to live out our drunken dreams of being a singer on karaoke. Who doesn't miss those good 'ole country jams in the smallest part of the bar where everyone seemed to be. If you weren't getting claustrophobic because of the crowd, then your only worry was standing in a 20 minute line waiting for a drink. However, we commend those who arrived early on $10 all you can drink, just to chug as much as you could before the crowd got there. That mechanical bull let us all live on the wild side a little bit. If you ever took a "night changer" shot, then bless your heart because I know your night was forever changed. We don't know what the future has in store for you, but we hope to see you again, DeRe.
Bars may come and go, but the memories are forever (or maybe not). To Brewsky's and Marlins, we hope you survive. Because you're all we've got.
