Sandbridge, VA


Swine Fest 2025


Livers Were Harmed in the Making of This Weekend

 

Man, I’ll be honest, none of us went into this trip expecting to come out feeling like saints. From the first crack of a beer can to the last blurry shot, this weekend was less about responsibility and more about unapologetic freedom. The sun dipped low over Sandbridge, and suddenly grown men who usually juggle careers, families, and endless to-do lists were back in their natural state: competitive, loud, and just a little reckless. Cornhole boards became battlefields, and bragging rights were fought for harder than any Monday morning meeting.


A series of photos showing someone falling backwards off a white plastic lounge chair in a comedic sequence.
Person seated at outdoor picnic table under green foliage on sunny day with vehicles visible in background.
Person in black jacket leaning on white railing with a joyful expression in outdoor setting.
Two people in casual wear sitting on a wooden dock during sunset, a sequence showing the progression of a proposal.
Three candid photos show a person relaxing and smiling on a white porch in casual summer attire.
People relaxing on white lounge chairs by a pool during a sunny day at a leisure facility.
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A group of people in black shirts stand together on a covered porch of a residential building.
A person takes a photo from a wooden dock overlooking a serene lake at sunset with trees in the background.
White outdoor plastic lounge chairs line up along a patio area with scenic water views at sunset.


Also, shoutout to the ladies. Absolute legends. While we were out here acting like cavemen discovering fire, they had food, supplies, and actual plans. Without them, we would’ve been living off beer foam and broken dreams. Like, no itinerary, no organization, just chaos. They legit carried this trip harder than any of us carried our cornhole teams. So to the ladies, our biggest thank to you all! ❤️

Three people relax on a wooden dock by a peaceful lake while enjoying the summer afternoon.
Two people standing beside a large tree trunk at the edge of a tranquil pond during golden hour.
Person playing cornhole on a grassy lawn by waterfront houses shown in a sequence of throwing motion shots.
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A panoramic view of people enjoying outdoor leisure activities in a sunny park setting with tall trees and greenery.
People waving goodbye on a grassy lawn next to a waterfront house on a sunny summer day.
Individual practicing their golf swing form on grassy lawn beside a scenic pond on a sunny autumn day.
A person in workout clothes relaxes near a wooden fence and calm water at sunset.
A group of people enjoying a sunny afternoon gathering on a waterfront lawn with golden sunlight shining through trees.
Modern blue beach houses with elevated decks and exterior stairs lined up along the oceanfront under cloudy skies.
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Group relaxing on white deck chairs on a porch with railing during a casual outdoor gathering.


Then we moved inside and the real chaos started. Red Solo cups everywhere, beer pong in full swing, and the kind of trash talk that should’ve gotten at least one of us canceled. Man, the flexing, the yelling, the “I still got it” energy, only to immediately brick the shot. Uhm, let’s just say the line between confidence and clownery got blurry real fast. Damn, I swear at some point even the fridge was judging us.


And it didn’t stop there, every so often someone would yell out “shots!” like it was a sacred ritual. First it was Fireball, then whiskey, then rum, and God knows what else. Meanwhile, the red cups stayed filled with beer, my mortal enemy. Gosh, if you could’ve seen my face every time I had to chug one, you’d think I was being punished for my sins. By the end, it wasn’t even drinking; it was survival of the fittest, and my liver definitely lost.

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A person in a gray sweatshirt performs three different celebratory poses in a sequence of candid indoor shots.
Person in a rust-colored t-shirt makes different facial expressions in a sequence of progressive photos.
A group of people stand in conversation near a bright white kitchen island with a black countertop.
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Person in a navy sweater demonstrates high kicks and stretching poses in sequence against a light-colored kitchen background.
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People gather in a modern room with white walls and hardwood floors for a social or networking event.
Several people gathered around a table drinking beer from small glasses during what appears to be a beer tasting event.
A group stands in a bright office space with raised hands celebrating during a meeting.

Before I blacked out both mentally and camera-wise, I scrambled to line everyone up for a group photo. That picture? Iconic. Proof that for one weekend, we left behind jobs, bills, and responsibilities to just… exist. Laughing, drinking, singing, vomiting (shoutout to my liver, RIP). At the end of the day, it wasn’t about the shots we made or missed, it was about being present, being real, and, yeah… surviving the awful beers.

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A group of teammates and coworkers posing together in a collage of casual workplace photos.

To the swines who were there, cheers to the memories we made together. To the awful beers I had to ingest, the questionable mix of shots, and yes, me eventually vomiting, it was all worth it.

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“First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.”

 

 

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