Oh Hail to the Weekend
Somehow my chair seems shorter. Or maybe I haven't been here in awhile. Either way something feels different, like something's missing.
But that is niether here nor there (well it's probably 'there' since it is missing from 'here'), but what is here is my weekend, in review.
But first of all, some background information:
This past weekend, as many in the LVC community may know, was Valleyfest, the festival formally known as Cherry Blossom, formally known as Spring Arts. What that normally means is everyone, students and guests included, get drunk and act like idiots on campus. How is that different than, say, any other weekend you ask? Normally, during this April festival, the students can drink outside while listening to many different student bands, while eating Hallmark cooked food picnic style, after which they could play games on the inflatables, all without getting in trouble from the cops. That's how it goes - in theory.
This year, however, the President of the college talked to all residents and basically pleaded for us to behave ourselves, or the Board of Trustees would have to cancel the events forever. And we wouldn't want that to happen. So, in an effort to keep students from a "near riot" (public safety) officers were everywhere and students were instructed to stay inside after 2 a.m. and open containers were banned outside after 7p.m.
Needless to say there was no "near riot," nor was there are a riot. In fact, from what I gather, nothing out of the ordinary happened this weekend. Nothing. Except it was like an actual college, for a change.
Back to my exploits. Finally.
Although I did not get drunk this weekend, I was around a lot of drunks. Normally I am around one drunk and one alcoholic, however this weekend everywhere I turned there were drunks, alcoholics and social drinkers. Including the RAs.
Friday night was laundry night. I meant to do it before, but I ended up doing it after practice. I didn't want a smelly uniform for the track meet on Saturday. And I didn't have any clean white socks, as evident by the black socks I wore to track on Friday.
After track (which amounted to a little more than me running two laps and walking across the field as it rained) I went to dinner and got ready to leave for the weekend. Mike's girlfriend came up for the weekend, and I, being the nice roomate I am, let him have the room. Meaning I needed to get everything for the weekend out of the room as to avoid the akward situation of me walking into the room with them naked walking around the room. So, I left the room with all I would need and headed east, to a babysitting job.
That's right, I was babysitting on Friday. Really I was helping Chelsea babysit, and the Gamecube was doing a great job of babysitting the boys, so really it was two of us keeping an eye on the little girl. Easier said than done. She has unlimited energy and decided to throw every pillow (12 or so) off her parent's bed, some of which were probably longer than she is tall, and weigh more than her. Quite an amazing feat, if I may say so myself.
Anyway, after dealing with the giant ball of energy, Chelsea and I headed back to school to partake in some of the festivities which should have been different because it was, in fact, Valleyfest.
However nothing seemed changed, save for the Special Police walking around campus in their bright green vests. Finally settling in Mike and Shook's room, the time passed to when I decided to make my exit, with the express purpose of heading to Chelsea's for the night. However, feeling spontanous, I decided to kick Chelsea out of the car and run down to a soccer field where we danced in the rain. Quite invigorating actually. Finally we made it to Chelsea's house. Movie time. Sleepy time. Wakey time.
Waking up at 7:15 for the track meet, at least I slept well snuggling with the stuffed cow. The sky was threatening thunderstorms and rain all day, but for the most part it held off until around 2-ish, when lightening and thunder postponed the meet for about half an hour. Which didn't matter to me, as I was able to forget about long jump and how Styx beat me. Pitiful, I know.
However, I was able to regroup and jump 12.41 meters in the triple jump, the one event I am concentrating on for MAC's. Although the Ursinus meet was run real bad all over, this one may have been run just as bad along the jumping pits.
Again long jump went forever, causing triple jump to be run 4 and done, instead of 3 jumps per person and finals. At least this time they did it as an open pit instead of finals, meaning we could jump out of order if we needed to. And I didn't have to worry about losing to Styx in this event as he pulled out when they decided to jump from a 40 foot board and a 36 foot board. I can make the 36' board, no problem. But most everyone else was having trouble reaching the pit, as evident by the 16 or so scratches and 'no-distances'.
As I prepped for my last jump, the rest of the team was waiting for me to finish so we could all leave. Everyone was on the bus as I walked on. Hey, don't blame me, blame Widener.
The bus ride was fine, in fact it took a lot shorter than I thought, and the bus was relatively empty, because some people decided not to show up because they were hurt. Or hung over. Same thing.
But, as we neared the school, the heavens opened up and water poured forth all over the land. I thought I was going to drown, it was crazy. Saturday was more of the same as Friday, because it was still Valleyfest. However, I did spend my night in the company of two Mikes, two Nicoles, one Brian and one Bryon, among others.
Yadda Yadda Yadda, two home cooked meals and a long nap latter, back to school on Sunday for some work, food, and ice cream.
However, they were out of any good ice cream (read vanilla, or some variation with chocolate syrup and peanut butter cups in it). No matter, it was pretty chilly, I could always drink some hot chocolate. Nope, out of that too. If I wasn't so scrawny I would have turned threw something and acted like the Hulk, but Laird I am not.
But I did get Neil Diamond's The Essential, so I'm pretty happy. But, as I write this, I realize I have to go to bed and sleep alone. At least Mike has piggy. I got nothing except a couple of pillows.
And, as the babbles, um, babble, that was my weekend.
But that is niether here nor there (well it's probably 'there' since it is missing from 'here'), but what is here is my weekend, in review.
But first of all, some background information:
This past weekend, as many in the LVC community may know, was Valleyfest, the festival formally known as Cherry Blossom, formally known as Spring Arts. What that normally means is everyone, students and guests included, get drunk and act like idiots on campus. How is that different than, say, any other weekend you ask? Normally, during this April festival, the students can drink outside while listening to many different student bands, while eating Hallmark cooked food picnic style, after which they could play games on the inflatables, all without getting in trouble from the cops. That's how it goes - in theory.
This year, however, the President of the college talked to all residents and basically pleaded for us to behave ourselves, or the Board of Trustees would have to cancel the events forever. And we wouldn't want that to happen. So, in an effort to keep students from a "near riot" (public safety) officers were everywhere and students were instructed to stay inside after 2 a.m. and open containers were banned outside after 7p.m.
Needless to say there was no "near riot," nor was there are a riot. In fact, from what I gather, nothing out of the ordinary happened this weekend. Nothing. Except it was like an actual college, for a change.
Back to my exploits. Finally.
Although I did not get drunk this weekend, I was around a lot of drunks. Normally I am around one drunk and one alcoholic, however this weekend everywhere I turned there were drunks, alcoholics and social drinkers. Including the RAs.
Friday night was laundry night. I meant to do it before, but I ended up doing it after practice. I didn't want a smelly uniform for the track meet on Saturday. And I didn't have any clean white socks, as evident by the black socks I wore to track on Friday.
After track (which amounted to a little more than me running two laps and walking across the field as it rained) I went to dinner and got ready to leave for the weekend. Mike's girlfriend came up for the weekend, and I, being the nice roomate I am, let him have the room. Meaning I needed to get everything for the weekend out of the room as to avoid the akward situation of me walking into the room with them naked walking around the room. So, I left the room with all I would need and headed east, to a babysitting job.
That's right, I was babysitting on Friday. Really I was helping Chelsea babysit, and the Gamecube was doing a great job of babysitting the boys, so really it was two of us keeping an eye on the little girl. Easier said than done. She has unlimited energy and decided to throw every pillow (12 or so) off her parent's bed, some of which were probably longer than she is tall, and weigh more than her. Quite an amazing feat, if I may say so myself.
Anyway, after dealing with the giant ball of energy, Chelsea and I headed back to school to partake in some of the festivities which should have been different because it was, in fact, Valleyfest.
However nothing seemed changed, save for the Special Police walking around campus in their bright green vests. Finally settling in Mike and Shook's room, the time passed to when I decided to make my exit, with the express purpose of heading to Chelsea's for the night. However, feeling spontanous, I decided to kick Chelsea out of the car and run down to a soccer field where we danced in the rain. Quite invigorating actually. Finally we made it to Chelsea's house. Movie time. Sleepy time. Wakey time.
Waking up at 7:15 for the track meet, at least I slept well snuggling with the stuffed cow. The sky was threatening thunderstorms and rain all day, but for the most part it held off until around 2-ish, when lightening and thunder postponed the meet for about half an hour. Which didn't matter to me, as I was able to forget about long jump and how Styx beat me. Pitiful, I know.
However, I was able to regroup and jump 12.41 meters in the triple jump, the one event I am concentrating on for MAC's. Although the Ursinus meet was run real bad all over, this one may have been run just as bad along the jumping pits.
Again long jump went forever, causing triple jump to be run 4 and done, instead of 3 jumps per person and finals. At least this time they did it as an open pit instead of finals, meaning we could jump out of order if we needed to. And I didn't have to worry about losing to Styx in this event as he pulled out when they decided to jump from a 40 foot board and a 36 foot board. I can make the 36' board, no problem. But most everyone else was having trouble reaching the pit, as evident by the 16 or so scratches and 'no-distances'.
As I prepped for my last jump, the rest of the team was waiting for me to finish so we could all leave. Everyone was on the bus as I walked on. Hey, don't blame me, blame Widener.
The bus ride was fine, in fact it took a lot shorter than I thought, and the bus was relatively empty, because some people decided not to show up because they were hurt. Or hung over. Same thing.
But, as we neared the school, the heavens opened up and water poured forth all over the land. I thought I was going to drown, it was crazy. Saturday was more of the same as Friday, because it was still Valleyfest. However, I did spend my night in the company of two Mikes, two Nicoles, one Brian and one Bryon, among others.
Yadda Yadda Yadda, two home cooked meals and a long nap latter, back to school on Sunday for some work, food, and ice cream.
However, they were out of any good ice cream (read vanilla, or some variation with chocolate syrup and peanut butter cups in it). No matter, it was pretty chilly, I could always drink some hot chocolate. Nope, out of that too. If I wasn't so scrawny I would have turned threw something and acted like the Hulk, but Laird I am not.
But I did get Neil Diamond's The Essential, so I'm pretty happy. But, as I write this, I realize I have to go to bed and sleep alone. At least Mike has piggy. I got nothing except a couple of pillows.
And, as the babbles, um, babble, that was my weekend.
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