One Week

So, this project fell by the wayside quicker than I had imagined...

I'm back in the campus center office, listening to Ra Ra Riot radio on Pandora trying to write. Should I recap or skip forwards? This is sort of tricky stuff, because as mentioned in LAST Saturday's post, a lot happened. I guess I'll recap, like in the beginning of an episode of the Dukes of Hazzard, or something.


Find out what the boy'sll get into next week...or something.

Saturday began with a little rain, a monsoon really. The weather couldn't have been worse for the alumni to walk, pace, roll or crutch into the Campus Center for brunch. With that being said, the resilient old folks did not become discouraged. Of course, after (almost) everybody was inside, the rain subsided and Saturday became another typical horridly humid day.

Something really cool happened during the geriatrics' march while I was holding doors. These two guys, perfect strangers when they met, exchanged names and then for fifteen minutes (no joke!) went back and forth about all the people they knew, all the things they'd done, and all the life they'd lived since college: the dudes were best friends. Phrases like: "That little colored boy down the corner? Yeah, he's the CEO of [......] now, big business," or, "The old woman in the house across the street, always a loner, she...." and so on and so forth. I just found it so interesting what our minds chose to remember at specific times. As another, less academic conclusion, it was HILARIOUS to hear them switching and discussing email.

When the alumni festivities ended (relief) I went back to Garst and moved a bunch of stuff over to Davis, because Matt was coming back that night. He'd done a touch and go through the room, I could tell, because his mac and a few other things were laying around: he had to work, the poor guy. Figuring that I would just drop stuff in there so that getting into the apartment would be easier, I began the sludge drudgery of walking load by load over to that side of campus. In retrospect, this was an awful idea...

So Matt gets back. Neil and Brent are hungry, and because it's the weekend, Brent doesn't need to go to service the following morning at some ungodly hour, we decide the only reasonable things to do is go buy a smokin' joes pizza from Hound Dogs. The only problem was, it was raining fairly hard. No lightening, but, sort of pouring. About five minutes into our drive downtown, we see a transformer at the Cleveland Ave. overpass on 2-70 EXPLODE! It was nuts, blinding, a shower of sparks and easily the coolest thing I have seen that wasn't in a 3-D movie. Yikes.

We and our pizza return. And just in time for Jay-Z's live webcast from Bonnaroo, and let me tell you briefly, it rocked.

Sunday, I watched a few more Bonnaroo streams, notably The Avett Brothers and listened to the NPR recording of Gaslight Anthem's set. I also used a shopping cart, clutch for moving shit to Davis, to put my mini fridge in our SCA office in the campus center. I was still in my pajamas when I chose to do this; at the same time the commencment ceremony was letting out. So, if you're a parent or family member of anyone in the class of 2010, I am sorry you now think a hobo walks around Otterbein.

Eventually, I got a call from Brent and Mama Ford, and the three of us had dinner at Pasqualie's Italian: delicious, sweet delightful spaggets. Yum.

I'm going to take you through the week real fast now: OMG GOAL, work, work, work, work, work, Suzuki Music camp, RUDE Suzuki Music camp, work, Ramen for dinner, moving, moving, moving, a SUPRISE EMAIL CLAIMING WE COULD MOVE INTO OUR APARTMENT ONE WEEK EARLY, moving, work. You get the picture.

So, now that I'm stuck in the campus center office at 8 in the morning, and everything's slowed down, and I confidently know all my stuff is in the middle of my new apartment bedroom, I'm going to FINALLY finish "A Fistful of Dollars," listen to more Pandora, and maybe if I'm feeling risky, sneak a nap.

Peace.