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coyotesuspectTonight, I ran through the streets of Chicago barefoot, while drunk, in a thunderstorm to jump into Lake Michigan.
It would be a better story if I jumped naked into Lake Michigan. But then, I feel like most stories are better stories if they happen while naked.
Oh yeah, I totally just aced that job interview. While naked.
The lake jumping was, of course, after the dancing in a thunderstorm on a porch to Britney Spears part of the evening.
Still, I don't think jumping into a lake during a thunderstorm while drunk is the stupidest thing I've done. But I admit it's pretty stupid.
It's also pretty awesome. \o/
***
(Said in a British accent): Now, imagine all you've ever heard of music- your entire conception of music- was listening to Britney Spears' "Hit Me Again" over and over again. And that was music to you. Then your friend takes you to an opera, and that- that- is what American baseball is to cricket.
***
New hobby: Making the grad students I drink with feel very, very old.
(from last night)
Grad student: You! *points at me* When were you born?
Me: 91.
Him: Jesus fucking Christ. I was in grade 12. *pours another shot of whiskey*
And various permutations of that conversation continued with that grad student (and with other grad students) throughout the night and into this evening's festivities.
***
I was, however, not the drunkest person around tonight. On the saferide (student drunk van) back to my dorm, we stopped to pick some other students outside another apartment building. One kid was lying on the ground, and the drunk van driver watched with interest as his friends tried various attempts of waking him up, rolling him over, etc. Until an entire troop of people came out of the building, took him by the legs and the arms, picked him up, and hauled him back into the apartment building.
***
There is a reason (at least on my part) for all this drunken carousing. Yesterday, the student group I'm involved in put on a massive festival with free live music, arts and crafts, community resource tables and workshops, and free lunch and dinner for 400 people in the local community. I was up and running around from 8:30 in the morning till midnight (the festival was done at 7, and we were done with clean up by 9, but the celebratory drinking afterwards lasted for a bit). I did everything from holding coffee to chopping vegetables to looking over contracts to counting attendees to serving food to face painting to running messages to hauling supplies to helping to figure out where the tents should be set up. I think at one point I also briefly fell asleep in the shade when no one needed me to do anything.
And, next year, I'm going to be in charge of the entire thing. D:
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But I'll worry about that next year! Now, I have to worry about finals. (Oh god. Finals.)
Or, really, now I have to worry about sleep.
It would be a better story if I jumped naked into Lake Michigan. But then, I feel like most stories are better stories if they happen while naked.
Oh yeah, I totally just aced that job interview. While naked.
The lake jumping was, of course, after the dancing in a thunderstorm on a porch to Britney Spears part of the evening.
Still, I don't think jumping into a lake during a thunderstorm while drunk is the stupidest thing I've done. But I admit it's pretty stupid.
It's also pretty awesome. \o/
***
(Said in a British accent): Now, imagine all you've ever heard of music- your entire conception of music- was listening to Britney Spears' "Hit Me Again" over and over again. And that was music to you. Then your friend takes you to an opera, and that- that- is what American baseball is to cricket.
***
New hobby: Making the grad students I drink with feel very, very old.
(from last night)
Grad student: You! *points at me* When were you born?
Me: 91.
Him: Jesus fucking Christ. I was in grade 12. *pours another shot of whiskey*
And various permutations of that conversation continued with that grad student (and with other grad students) throughout the night and into this evening's festivities.
***
I was, however, not the drunkest person around tonight. On the saferide (student drunk van) back to my dorm, we stopped to pick some other students outside another apartment building. One kid was lying on the ground, and the drunk van driver watched with interest as his friends tried various attempts of waking him up, rolling him over, etc. Until an entire troop of people came out of the building, took him by the legs and the arms, picked him up, and hauled him back into the apartment building.
***
There is a reason (at least on my part) for all this drunken carousing. Yesterday, the student group I'm involved in put on a massive festival with free live music, arts and crafts, community resource tables and workshops, and free lunch and dinner for 400 people in the local community. I was up and running around from 8:30 in the morning till midnight (the festival was done at 7, and we were done with clean up by 9, but the celebratory drinking afterwards lasted for a bit). I did everything from holding coffee to chopping vegetables to looking over contracts to counting attendees to serving food to face painting to running messages to hauling supplies to helping to figure out where the tents should be set up. I think at one point I also briefly fell asleep in the shade when no one needed me to do anything.
And, next year, I'm going to be in charge of the entire thing. D:
***
But I'll worry about that next year! Now, I have to worry about finals. (Oh god. Finals.)
Or, really, now I have to worry about sleep.
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Date: 2010-05-31 06:40 pm (UTC)It was a lot of work. We've been planning it since January, but it went super well. And I'm really excited for next year even though I'll be in charge.