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Monday, October 17, 2005

I went to college this weekend.

No, I didn't go back to University of Florida- but, man, that would've been a more interesting blog if I did. This blog would've been covered with burrito brothers and hari krishnas (sp?). But instead, I'll just tell you about my weekend in Ann Arbor.

I didn't think I'd be going to see Electric 6 this weekend, because when I mentioned it to Steve a week ago I didn't hear a response. But on Friday, whilst drinking at the WAB we both discovered we wanted to go and thus the phone calls began. Mike Charles bought us tickets and we were all set!

We were there by 7ish, where I soon found out I'd be the only girl in the bunch- and the reason I knew this was because the minute I walked in the door they wanted to show Steve the Italian Everyday chef so they can pause as she bends down to put things in and out of the oven. With all that entertainment, I then found out we'd be going to a fraternity! Of all places in the world I'd thought I'd be that night, a frat was not one of them. Okay, really, I learned later that it was just called Sig Ep, but it was really a co-ed housing unit for grad students. But still, where there's greek letters, posters of naked chicks, foosball tables, ping pong, boys playing 007, football on the oversized tv and a keg outside on the "smoking porch" there's a feeling of college in the air fo' sure. So after playing ultimate foosball (where there's multiple balls in play) and ping pong without the table, we decided that by 11 the bands before Electric 6 should be close to being done and we headed out. Only another hour and a 1/2 later did they finally come on. But they were rocking! Everybody dancing! Everybody drinking 2 dollar beer! Everybody happy now! He played some songs I hadn't heard before and really liked, so that was always good. And by the time they were done, it was already in the 2ish area. We were suppose to go to some super cheesy dance club, but since it was closing time for most of Ann Arbor we just headed back. And by heading back, I mean eating everything in sight, then that's what we did. We made hot dogs! We ate pretzels! We smothered things with Nutella!!! And then we went to Mike Charles room to tear shit apart. Yes, you heard me right. We couldn't stop listening to this guy:

Peter Pan can sure rock it out!

and Electric 6's Dance Commander video, where we then mimicked the "dance commander" and anything that wasn't bolted down was immediately thrown onto the floor and then picked up again to throw back onto the floor. Oh, we were silly. And then out of nowhere we all just passed out and didn't wake up until noonish. To where we ate breakfast at 1 and watched Dane Cook talk about Price is Right.

I'm just glad I didn't get too drunk and go to sleep spinning. I guess I learned a thing or two from being out of college for, oh my god, 4 years!!!


Blogger Mayarn said...

God - that SO reminds me of how I used to spend my weekends, getting crazy at Mike Charles house. Ah, the good ol' days (that still exist today)...

8:09 AM  
Blogger Barrie said...

did i mention that this was the first time i saw mike charles out without a girl wrapped around him. maybe it was the mullet he's sporting now? hehe.

8:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

To be the only girl that's heaven. I hope you got some numbers.

5:20 AM  
Blogger Barrie said...

if you know me at all, you know i was never one to get or even be asked to give numbers. and considering i was with my roommate who's dating mayarn, a guy who wouldn't stop talking about his girlfriend, a guy who is too hot and with a different girl every week and a guy who was just not for me, no numbers were being passed around. plus, who goes up to a girl when surrounded by guys? it's a little imitidating. so goes my life.

6:47 AM  

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