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Thursday, September 27, 2007
Georgetown Homecoming: Year 1 Review
Hello friends. Georgetown homecoming is quickly approaching and although I'm not an alum and generally dislike the weak party mindset of Georgetown, I find the festivities for this annual event to be quite enjoyable. In celebration of this occurrence I thought I would recap the hilarity of last year's shenanigans, my first homecoming.
Last year we awoke with a feeling of anticipation and excitement. We threw on our appropriate outfits and began some in house drinking, because you should always be prepared. I was sporting a foam captain morgan pirate hat at the time, which had be generously given to us by a gentleman at the liquor store. After the pre-pre-festivities we embarked via the D6 bus for gtown.
Once we arrived we headed into the tailgate area where I saw some folks I knew and many folks I did not. We hurried to the beer trailer and filled up our first tasty brew of the day. The next hour or so passed uneventfully, with the occasional dirty look from a gtown d-bag due to my alternative hat stylings.
After a considerable amount of beer I decided with some other fellows to start hitting on some younger ladies, offering them beer and other pleasures. A small group of girls took a liking to us and the pursuit was on. We soon got the girls to head over to the band where dancing took place. Out of nowhere one of the girls started doing the worm, I began to see the magic of homecoming.
A few hours after we had arrived it was brought to our attention that the beer was out. Now folks, if there's anything I'm definitely not, it's a quitter. I decided to face this lack of beer head on. I made my way to the trailer and was quickly behind the tables, checking the rest of the kegs. By a stroke of magic I discovered that one of the keg coolers on the ground still contained some booze. Using my recently gained keg knowledge (thanks to setting up our kegerator) I took one of the taps off an empty cooler and placed it on the other one. Soon I had a full pitcher and about 30 best friends.
Shortly after the demolition of the beer remains we headed to the game. Outside I pleaded with one of the cheerleaders, trying to get her to let me on the field. I soon realized it was going nowhere and headed into the stands. Being a rowdy WVU graduate it wasn't long before I became bored with the Georgetown cheering levels. Situating myself into the band's seats I began leading calls of HOYA-SAXA. One of the nerdlier gentlemen from the band did not like the fact I had taken residence in his area. He asked me to leave and I informed him that there were plenty of band seats (true) and that I was getting people pumped (might be true). The young man tried to push me away but I merely fell into the seat and continued cheering, gaining unexpected support from other band members who told him to relax.
After some time I grew tired of that and began to hatch a plan to get onto the field. I made my way to the opposing teams sideline, where there was an open space in the field wall by the far end zone. I wisely removed my pirate hat and hid it for later, waited for the right time, and nonchalantly strolled onto the opposing teams sideline. I spent the rest of the first half with them, making my way to the gtown side at the break. It was from this spot on the sideline that I watched my cheerleader friend perform at halftime, obviously surprised to see me on the field. I called my pal who I had come to the game with to brag about my stealth, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided to get a souvenir to remember my voyage. After slyly acquiring a practice football I made my way back off the field, grabbed my hat, and left the stadium.
Once I left the stadium I met up with my friend, obviously disheveled after possibly making some sort of love to a lady friend of his in a building at gtown. Classy guy. So with my pals and my football we headed to a friend's house for some more booze. At the house one of buddies decided it would be appropriate to stab my football with a giant knife. Only at homecoming. Sooner than later we made our way back home to nap and recap my first homecoming experience.
I'll be happy if this year is even half as ridiculous.
Last year we awoke with a feeling of anticipation and excitement. We threw on our appropriate outfits and began some in house drinking, because you should always be prepared. I was sporting a foam captain morgan pirate hat at the time, which had be generously given to us by a gentleman at the liquor store. After the pre-pre-festivities we embarked via the D6 bus for gtown.
Once we arrived we headed into the tailgate area where I saw some folks I knew and many folks I did not. We hurried to the beer trailer and filled up our first tasty brew of the day. The next hour or so passed uneventfully, with the occasional dirty look from a gtown d-bag due to my alternative hat stylings.
After a considerable amount of beer I decided with some other fellows to start hitting on some younger ladies, offering them beer and other pleasures. A small group of girls took a liking to us and the pursuit was on. We soon got the girls to head over to the band where dancing took place. Out of nowhere one of the girls started doing the worm, I began to see the magic of homecoming.
A few hours after we had arrived it was brought to our attention that the beer was out. Now folks, if there's anything I'm definitely not, it's a quitter. I decided to face this lack of beer head on. I made my way to the trailer and was quickly behind the tables, checking the rest of the kegs. By a stroke of magic I discovered that one of the keg coolers on the ground still contained some booze. Using my recently gained keg knowledge (thanks to setting up our kegerator) I took one of the taps off an empty cooler and placed it on the other one. Soon I had a full pitcher and about 30 best friends.
Shortly after the demolition of the beer remains we headed to the game. Outside I pleaded with one of the cheerleaders, trying to get her to let me on the field. I soon realized it was going nowhere and headed into the stands. Being a rowdy WVU graduate it wasn't long before I became bored with the Georgetown cheering levels. Situating myself into the band's seats I began leading calls of HOYA-SAXA. One of the nerdlier gentlemen from the band did not like the fact I had taken residence in his area. He asked me to leave and I informed him that there were plenty of band seats (true) and that I was getting people pumped (might be true). The young man tried to push me away but I merely fell into the seat and continued cheering, gaining unexpected support from other band members who told him to relax.
After some time I grew tired of that and began to hatch a plan to get onto the field. I made my way to the opposing teams sideline, where there was an open space in the field wall by the far end zone. I wisely removed my pirate hat and hid it for later, waited for the right time, and nonchalantly strolled onto the opposing teams sideline. I spent the rest of the first half with them, making my way to the gtown side at the break. It was from this spot on the sideline that I watched my cheerleader friend perform at halftime, obviously surprised to see me on the field. I called my pal who I had come to the game with to brag about my stealth, but he was nowhere to be found. I decided to get a souvenir to remember my voyage. After slyly acquiring a practice football I made my way back off the field, grabbed my hat, and left the stadium.
Once I left the stadium I met up with my friend, obviously disheveled after possibly making some sort of love to a lady friend of his in a building at gtown. Classy guy. So with my pals and my football we headed to a friend's house for some more booze. At the house one of buddies decided it would be appropriate to stab my football with a giant knife. Only at homecoming. Sooner than later we made our way back home to nap and recap my first homecoming experience.
I'll be happy if this year is even half as ridiculous.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Appreciation 102
My initiative continued on Wednesday night, this time in the form of appreciation for the culturally rich city I inhabit. My roommate Ryan and I decided to take in a lecture at the Smithsonian Museum of American Art/Portrait Gallery on architecture. I've been interested in the architectural history of DC for sometime now and this looked like a great opportunity to learn more about it.
Before the talk Ryan and I stopped in to Ella's where our friend Karen is a hostess a few nights a week. We enjoyed a couple adult beverages and some pizza and prepared our minds for knowledge. The bartender at this establishment was a pro, dropping us a couple of free shots right before we were to issue the tip. Very clever sir.
After the bar we headed over eagerly, ready to learn. We were surprised by the full auditorium as we entered, trying to find some seats. Ryan, who has the bladder of a small child, requested we sit in aisle seats. After a tiring search we found two in the front row on the right side. It occurred to me that given the older audience and their tendency to also have bladder problems, it wasn't a surprise that most aisle seats were taken. Shortly after we were seated the talk began.
The gentleman speaking started slowly, talking about the building we were occupying, sharing experiences of it with those in the audience who knew it pre-renovation. After about 10 minutes of this I thought to myself "time for the slides and the history". Well there were no slides and very little history, at least interesting history. I found myself dangerously close to sleep given the sedation of the alcohol combined with the dimmed lights, made worse by the shutting off of the light closest to us due to flickering related problems. As he continued, discussing building regulation and making references to buildings I had never heard of, I started to daydream about my escape. No sooner then when the thoughts crossed my mind did Ryan lean over and say "I got to get out of here, meet me outside within 5 minutes if you're coming". I waited a few minutes after his departure and made my own.
Needless to say my first attempt at cultural and historical appreciation of DC didn't go as well as planned. This event did make me appreciate something however, interesting lectures. Mission accomplished.
Before the talk Ryan and I stopped in to Ella's where our friend Karen is a hostess a few nights a week. We enjoyed a couple adult beverages and some pizza and prepared our minds for knowledge. The bartender at this establishment was a pro, dropping us a couple of free shots right before we were to issue the tip. Very clever sir.
After the bar we headed over eagerly, ready to learn. We were surprised by the full auditorium as we entered, trying to find some seats. Ryan, who has the bladder of a small child, requested we sit in aisle seats. After a tiring search we found two in the front row on the right side. It occurred to me that given the older audience and their tendency to also have bladder problems, it wasn't a surprise that most aisle seats were taken. Shortly after we were seated the talk began.
The gentleman speaking started slowly, talking about the building we were occupying, sharing experiences of it with those in the audience who knew it pre-renovation. After about 10 minutes of this I thought to myself "time for the slides and the history". Well there were no slides and very little history, at least interesting history. I found myself dangerously close to sleep given the sedation of the alcohol combined with the dimmed lights, made worse by the shutting off of the light closest to us due to flickering related problems. As he continued, discussing building regulation and making references to buildings I had never heard of, I started to daydream about my escape. No sooner then when the thoughts crossed my mind did Ryan lean over and say "I got to get out of here, meet me outside within 5 minutes if you're coming". I waited a few minutes after his departure and made my own.
Needless to say my first attempt at cultural and historical appreciation of DC didn't go as well as planned. This event did make me appreciate something however, interesting lectures. Mission accomplished.
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Appreciation 101
I have a new initiative. As you may guess from the title of this entry it is to stop taking things in my life for granted. Now, I've always been one to do this to some degree, but I figure when it comes to appreciation you can never have enough.
This lease on life recently expressed it's self in the form of a letter to my grandfather. My grandpa recently hooked me up with a bit of genealogical research that a relative of ours had done, which I have found very interesting. For example it turns out my great grandfather was, during the course of his life, a traveling minstrel, a corner man for prize fighters, a coal miner, as well as the owner and founder of Costello's restaurant in Auburn, NY.
This little bit about him being a traveling minstrel struck me as divine intervention. It just so happens that I recently decided I may want to become a stand up comedian. Well the knowledge that my great grandfather was an entertainer as well, and by all accounts a rather personable fellow, have made me optimistic about my chances.
As for how this relates to me not taking things for granted, I have realized that I do not know much about my family history. This little nugget of information could just be the tip of the iceberg when it comes to exciting family stories. So, I decided to stop taking my grandparents for granted, and to try to take advantage of their wealth of stories before it's too late. I mean my grandfather alone is 76. That's 76 years of experience that I am not communicating with on a regular basis. I say better now than never.
This lease on life recently expressed it's self in the form of a letter to my grandfather. My grandpa recently hooked me up with a bit of genealogical research that a relative of ours had done, which I have found very interesting. For example it turns out my great grandfather was, during the course of his life, a traveling minstrel, a corner man for prize fighters, a coal miner, as well as the owner and founder of Costello's restaurant in Auburn, NY.
This little bit about him being a traveling minstrel struck me as divine intervention. It just so happens that I recently decided I may want to become a stand up comedian. Well the knowledge that my great grandfather was an entertainer as well, and by all accounts a rather personable fellow, have made me optimistic about my chances.
As for how this relates to me not taking things for granted, I have realized that I do not know much about my family history. This little nugget of information could just be the tip of the iceberg when it comes to exciting family stories. So, I decided to stop taking my grandparents for granted, and to try to take advantage of their wealth of stories before it's too late. I mean my grandfather alone is 76. That's 76 years of experience that I am not communicating with on a regular basis. I say better now than never.
Monday, August 27, 2007
So Pumped.
Guess who's back? Back again? What up blog reader! I'm back to rock my blog once again. What has compelled me to return you ask? WVU football! I am so pumped that I have a difficult time not watching WVU highlights on youtube instead of working. I predict that, if we can beat Louisville, this is our year. To beat Louisville we have to show some semblance of a passing defense, which we have lacked. I think we can do it, although the suspension of our new transfer DB isn't going to help. What kind of dummy is stealing computers? They have like 500 of them at the library, c'mon bro.
I do plan on attending a bunch of the games, starting this weekend with the Western Michigan game. My homey BBoy hit me up and asked if I wanted to go and I didn't hesitate. Now I just got to schmungle out of here early on friday, trying to avoid that Labor Day traffic. Country roads, take me home!
I do plan on attending a bunch of the games, starting this weekend with the Western Michigan game. My homey BBoy hit me up and asked if I wanted to go and I didn't hesitate. Now I just got to schmungle out of here early on friday, trying to avoid that Labor Day traffic. Country roads, take me home!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Science!
I have many theories, which I will share as they come to me.
Theory 1: Reduced fat swiss cheese is the same as regular swiss but it has more/bigger holes.
Theory 1: Reduced fat swiss cheese is the same as regular swiss but it has more/bigger holes.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Danger: Highly Explosive
The time of year is quickly approaching when I need to decide on housing for next year. I have decided after minimal debate that I would like to stay in DC for another year. That being decided the only question remains is who will I live with. I currently live with three friends from high school, two dudes and Molly. I recently asked Molly if she would be interested in living with us again and, as expected, she passed. Given this, the most likely scenario is that I will live with Ryan and Nick. This could be dangerous. Now don't get me wrong, we are three semi-respectable gents with full time jobs. However, without the limiting factor of Molly's common sense (or negativity depending on who you are), things could be ridiculous. So that being said here is a list of things that could be expected from our apartment/home next year:
Dishes done once every two weeks
Kegs for every major and minor holiday (holy shit it's flag day? let's get wasted!)
Unheard of levels of philosophizing
New and innovative drinking games
Someone from Oneonta or Greenpeace staying for at least a week
A home decorated in wounded soldiers...actually never mind, Kiernan will finish them all
Unofficial 'roommates' who hang out often because they just enjoy our lifestyle
Only the freshest and tastiest grooves
Three indo board experts
Probably not the cleanest place
An overall college atmosphere
Dishes done once every two weeks
Kegs for every major and minor holiday (holy shit it's flag day? let's get wasted!)
Unheard of levels of philosophizing
New and innovative drinking games
Someone from Oneonta or Greenpeace staying for at least a week
A home decorated in wounded soldiers...actually never mind, Kiernan will finish them all
Unofficial 'roommates' who hang out often because they just enjoy our lifestyle
Only the freshest and tastiest grooves
Three indo board experts
Probably not the cleanest place
An overall college atmosphere
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