A child of nature... who fucking loves mud!
Last semester, I made An take off his shoes and dance in some mud on the Swamp with me late one night. People thought we were drunk, but I was completely sober and enjoying the feel of the mud between my toes. I just love mud. I go out of my way to step in good mud on campus.
Yesterday was the best day ever, for a number of reasons. I aced an exam I thought I had failed, we handed in our housing acceptance for next year (Wheeler!), I ate delicious food with amazing friends, and we went to a tiny, seculded park in the middle of nowhere to watch the stars (and I saw a shooting star). But primarily, it was the best day ever because I was covered from head to toe in mud for about an hour and a half.
Ashoka puts together this humongous water balloon fight every year. I saw it advertised a number of times, and I thought, "who could pass up 20,000 (literally!) water balloons?" Not me. So I grabbed my trusty sidekicks Tristram Shandy and Jammerdijank and headed to the Swamp. Nothing ever starts on time on a college campus, so after waiting for 40 minutes, I was a little wary but mostly excited. The fight itself was excellent- it was refreshing and rejeuvenating and quite theraputic. After ten minutes or so, though, the supply of water balloons had been exhausted. Somehow everyone had the idea to mud wrestle, and suddenly thousands of Wash. U. students were writhing around, tackling and pinning each other in the mud, smoothing it over people's faces and in their hair.
Maybe some fled from the insanity and managed to escape with wet but relatively clean clothes. And I know some stayed but tried to avoid getting dirty (but failed miserably, of course). What had started as a large field encircled by thousands of water balloons became a boggy pit of writhing, muddy bodies. Why would anyone want to escape? It was one of the best feelings in the world, just to see the raw humanity, the average student forgetting their proper status and embracing the feeling of nature and dirt, if only for a while. It just felt so right. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever witnessed, let alone participated in. I am so in love with Wash. U.
It started off as any normal water balloon fight.
It ended in a massive pit of muddy fun.
I didn't bring my camera, obviously, so here is a before & after comparison:
Before
After!
And now it's time to go to the carnival, where I will get a free t-shirt and recycle and hang out with my friends and eat funnel cake. Oh man, I love life.
Yesterday was the best day ever, for a number of reasons. I aced an exam I thought I had failed, we handed in our housing acceptance for next year (Wheeler!), I ate delicious food with amazing friends, and we went to a tiny, seculded park in the middle of nowhere to watch the stars (and I saw a shooting star). But primarily, it was the best day ever because I was covered from head to toe in mud for about an hour and a half.
Ashoka puts together this humongous water balloon fight every year. I saw it advertised a number of times, and I thought, "who could pass up 20,000 (literally!) water balloons?" Not me. So I grabbed my trusty sidekicks Tristram Shandy and Jammerdijank and headed to the Swamp. Nothing ever starts on time on a college campus, so after waiting for 40 minutes, I was a little wary but mostly excited. The fight itself was excellent- it was refreshing and rejeuvenating and quite theraputic. After ten minutes or so, though, the supply of water balloons had been exhausted. Somehow everyone had the idea to mud wrestle, and suddenly thousands of Wash. U. students were writhing around, tackling and pinning each other in the mud, smoothing it over people's faces and in their hair.
Maybe some fled from the insanity and managed to escape with wet but relatively clean clothes. And I know some stayed but tried to avoid getting dirty (but failed miserably, of course). What had started as a large field encircled by thousands of water balloons became a boggy pit of writhing, muddy bodies. Why would anyone want to escape? It was one of the best feelings in the world, just to see the raw humanity, the average student forgetting their proper status and embracing the feeling of nature and dirt, if only for a while. It just felt so right. It was one of the most amazing things I have ever witnessed, let alone participated in. I am so in love with Wash. U.
It started off as any normal water balloon fight.
It ended in a massive pit of muddy fun.
I didn't bring my camera, obviously, so here is a before & after comparison:
Before
After!
And now it's time to go to the carnival, where I will get a free t-shirt and recycle and hang out with my friends and eat funnel cake. Oh man, I love life.