Nothing to do with Everything to do

Making my way through the massive crowds, I struggle to wiggle through the never ending waves of cherry red and crimson.  Saturday afternoon, Las Cruces is alive, and the occupants of the city all seem to be gathered in one place, the tailgating field.  With everyone packed in, it seemed like the perfect opportunity for me to begin my field work.
When I arrived, I immediately headed over to a tent that was being sponsored by a popular energy drink.  The tent seemed full, and in the middle, men of their late teens, and early twenties were doing trying to show off their full might.  One by one, different men would begin to climb up the post in the middle that was holding up the tent.  And one by one, different men would fail to get to the top.  I watched about ten people fail to get up as high as possible.  All of these individuals were male, between the ages of 18-22, and all either Hispanic or Caucasian.  These men were all muscle bound, trying to show off as best as they could, prove how manly they truly are.  Finally, someone was able to.  A taller student from NMSU attacked the pole like a spider monkey, and shimmied his way to the top in a matter of seconds.  He was quickly met with a wave of applause and cheer as he did what seemed to be the impossible.
Scattered all throughout the tailgating area were various tents of blues and reds.  Many of these tents belonged to the different fraternities or sororities that were at the tailgate, but others belonged to random groups that were sitting around, whether they be from UNM or NMSU.    One of the tents set up belonged to the school cafeteria, and when I went over, there was a group of NMSU students that were getting food in front of me.  Three of the four were well over six feet tall, with the fourth one being slightly shorter.  The two tallest, who were both lanky Caucasians, were complaining about the tailgate.  “I have no clue what to do” shouts one of them, while the other tallest responds with “How about trying to have a good time?”  The two started to argue about who even knows what, before eventually walking away to join their friends.
As I walked around visiting with some friends from UNM, I ran into the same group from earlier.  This time it was the two shortest of the boys walking around.  The taller of the two looks irritated, and snaps at the shortest, “where the **** can I get anything to drink around here?”  Judging by the water in his hand I have a feeling that was not what he was talking about.  The shorter friend replied with something along the lines of “Dude, calm down.  Find a tent with people you know, and get some from them.”  I began to chuckle about this exchange, but it got even funnier when the taller responds with “Well, how do I find tents?” at this, I started laughing.  It was impossible to even get fifteen feet without walking under a tent.  I look and listen intently, waiting for the final exchange of words.  The shortest in the group looks back, and doesn't say anything.  He just stares at his friend, not knowing where to move the conversation to.
The rest of the day was full of funny interactions like these, I ran into the same group of four individuals a couple more times, with each conversation being better than before.