Q You!
"Road trippin' with my favorite ally
Fully loaded, we got snacks and supplies
It’s time to leave this town, It’s time to steal away
Let’s go get lost anywhere in the USA"
~Red Hot Chili Peppers
Ok, so it wasn't a big bad road trip. We didn't even leave New England. But to get out of L-Town... fuck, out of New Hampshire, it was well worth it. I've actually been back in L-Town for the past 2 days, but have just been too lazy to write about it. But here I am now to lay down the details that I know you all aren't interested in yet that I'll still for some reason write down.
Tuesday, March 19 8:01 AM ... The last of my 3 alarms (I'm a heavy sleeper, shut up) goes off. The departure time was intended for 10:00 (psht... like THAT was going to happen) so I decided to get up early to get everything together. Grabbed my laptop, change of clothes, saline and contact case, bunch of cds, blah blah blah. Phone rings and it's Josh asking for a ride to St. J. First off, he was lucky I was even up that early. I would've told him that I couldn't do it due to the fact that it would be damaging to our ETD. But he said I was his last option and that he wouldn't have called me if there was someone else, paired with the fact that it wouldn't be so far out of the way as it would be just taking a bit of a longer way, so I agreed to it.
I pick up Bopha (and her mom?) to go to Wal Mart. We grab some snackages and a couple cases of Dew and ... leave her mom there. "She'll just walk home" quoth the Bope. So, we just leave... stop at Cumby's to fill up all the while getting harassed by Josh over my cell phone. So we finally pick him, set sail to Saint Johnsbury, and drop him off. Before hitting the highway again, I stopped at the Irving's to put some air in my tires, since every so often on the highway I'd hear "errrrrrt" coming from my right front tire (I figured it was low on pressure as the case). Unfortunately the "errrrrrrt" didn't go away, though it wasn't as frequent as before. All throughout the trip, I was just waiting to run over a rock and take a hard bump and just have the tire blow out. With Josh dropped off, I take the exit onto 91 ... and we are off. (Huzzah!). Approximate time hitting I-91: 11:10 ... a far cry from 10:00, but what're you gonna do, right?
So I put the accelerator on the floor and she stayed that way, put the cruise control on hovering around 73-75. It was nothing out of the blue for most of the ride through Vermont, jamming to some monster tunes, at one point digging out my laptop and listening to Brian Regan's stand up on Comedy Central (that I ripped... woops). I noted this on the way to and from Connecticut; 91 seems to really show the transition of complete civilized nothingness into actual civilazation as you go from Northern Vermont into the border of Massachussetts and there on south. So as soon as we reached the Mass border, I actually had to do some driving as the highway began to get more crowded and divulged into a 3-lane highway.
And wow, some people need to prove that if met with taking another driving test, they'd still pass. Because I found a plethera of jackass drivers in Massachussetts (that really comes as no surprise, by the way. They don't call them Mass-holes for nothing). And I won't go through everything I saw (because I need more than two hands to count how many asshole-ish drivers I saw to and from), but some that stand out in my mind. Like the asshole that I saw in Springfield at the right-most lane of the four-lane highway. He puts his right-blinker on (have I mentioned that he's already in the right-most lane with no oncoming exit to result in his use of the right blinker), turns left in front of someone going faster than him, and then LEAVES HIS BLINKER ON for another half mile. I cannot tolerate people who leave their blinkers on unnecessarily. Like people getting off on exits who leave their blinkers on for the entire duration of the ramp. COME ON! Just turn it off! You already turned. And people who need to use their brakes on the highway. WTF. NO BRAKES ON THE HIGHWAY! Coast if you need to slow down. And I hate those people even more when they're in front of me because they force me to use my brakes on the highway, so I become a hypocrite in my own design. And it always has to be just one jackass in the express lane who's going so slow that he doesn't deserve to be in the express lane. So you have a bunch of us going 65 in the lane that's designated for the speedsters. Even the people in the "slow" lanes are going faster than us. They might be the same douches who take the car pool lane.
Ah yes, then there's the Car Pool lane (which is complete bullshit in itself. To go in the "car pool" lane, you need to have just 2 people. So basically, if you aren't driving by yourself, you qualify). Now, I've driven to Connecticut on 91 before, and of all the times I see the car pool lane, I barely see anyone in it besides minivans and old ladies. No self-respecting person drives in the car pool lane, even if you have a carful of people. That's why I think the Car Pool Lane should be renamed the Douchebag Lane. No one drives in it except douchebags. It's because no one wants to be singled out by driving in a fifth lane segregated from the rest of the lanes. It's like the being in a side show. Everyone else in the other lanes look at you, point and laugh, and say "What, too good to drive with the rest of us?". So it's just not worth it. ... ... Or did I just put too much thought into that?
ANYWAY, we decide to stop for some lunch after just munching on cheese poofs and chugging Mountain Dew the entire way. I take the exit into Holyoke and am met by a sign that lets me know the direction of a Subway. And you know me and my love of Subway. So I noticed the sign and proceed to get giddy and yell "SUBWAY!". But I had rolled my window down and was rolling to a stop at an intersection, so when I yelled it, I had two of the guys look at me like "Wtf". That light couldn't turn green fast enough. Unfortunately I was in the wrong lane, so I had to turn around an unprecedented 3 times. So we get back to the same intersection and notice their welcome sign: "Welcome to Holyoke: Birthplace of Volleyball" ... Is that something you want to be admitting to? Ok, so it's not that bad (Hell, East Hampton was known as the bell capital of the nation during the 1800s. WOO! I love bells!). I mean, how many people in the world are huge volleyball enthusiasts that they'd be humbled enough to come to Holyoke. Could you imagine that? "OH MY GOD! I can't believe I'm here. I mean, this is the place where they invented VOLLEYBALL! I'm so honored!". Heh. So we find Subway only to be met with it's melting pot of workers. Three ladies behind the counter, one of them is Asian and spoke MUY little English, one who looked Mexican who didn't speak at all, and then one who took our order who spoke with a THICK European accent. It was so bad she had to ask me if I wanted my sub toasted 3 times. We finally get our subs and sit down. I finished mine before It came in. (story time) ... Two people walk into the Subway. One was this ... portly looking girl walks in and her friend or whatever was ... Well, let me put it like this... Being completely honest, to this moment, I'm not sure of the gender of this person. Either way, Wow, that's the ugliest son of a bitch ever. And I know that's a bit sadistic to say. I bet he... she... it has a nice personality. Bope saw s/him, put her sandwich down and says "I lost my appetite".
We hit up 91 again with some Queens of the Stone Age (Songs For the Deaf style) rockin' out the stereo. It's when we hit Hartford when I realized my being from the north factors in again. You see, I'm used to being around cops and police that actually care (albeit not the Littleton police). So when I booked it by a cop topping out at 85 in the express line, I expected to see the blues. Did I? No. I'll bet you 20 bucks that if I were going over 85 on 93 from Concord, I'd get the blues on me faster than ... ... Well, pretty fast. Like I said, I'm used to police that actually care what you're going. Thought I don't know why I expected to get pulled over seeing that the jackass in front of me must've been pushing 95 and HE didn't even get pulled over.
It's around 3:00 when I finally take exit 10 into Hamden. 15 or so minutes later and I spot Hamden and whip out my phone to call Jill to inform her of our arrival. Now, here's where the fun begins. So, I spot "visitor parking" and thought this was where I was going. Boy, was I wrong. I take the turn and spot a security person booth. Well, I don't have my visitor parking pass yet so I don't want to confront this guy. So where do I go? On the path next to the booth, that's the solution, right? HUGE wrong seeing that the path next to the security officer booth was a ONE-WAY. When Bope informs me that I'm going the wrong way down a one-way, I stop, say "fuck", have the security officer step out and point me in the right direction. I park, think "Wow, that was embarassing". Not only that, but while getting yelled at by the security officer, I accidentilly hung up on Jill. So I called her back when I see the security guy walking my way. Shit. So now I have to talk with her and explain what the fuck just happened to the officer. What can make this situation more garbled? Another incoming phone call! Joe tried calling, but I had to say "No, not now". I told the officer that I wasn't from around here (necessary to include) and that I was waiting for my friend to give me a visitor's pass. He stayed silent for a second or two and then said "Well, you can't leave your car." and left. Wow. So I resume my conversation with Jill and stay put in my car thinking about how messed up the last 5 minutes were. Jill shows up and we ride out of the visitor's parking because apparently that wasn't where I was supposed to be. And as we passed the security officer's booth, I couldn't help but wave. We head to the main entrance, tell the security guy there that I needed a visitor's pass. He had one for me and Bope... Wow, that was way easier than I thought.
It's 3:45 and we arrive at Quinnipiac. We grab our shit while we pass through a mob of people playing various sports and things. People doing things? I don't think we're in L-Town anymore. We get to Jill's dormitory after we cross the bridge over the aptly named Hepatitis Creek (use your imagination) when we're offered the "Nickel and dime tour" of Q U. Bopha and I, being the smart asses we are, coughed up a literal nickel and dime. I should've got my money back though. I've already seen Q U, granted that it was 2 years back visiting my sister whom used to attend the school (kinda wished she still did so I could've annoyed her while I was there). But we take a look around, stop by a few places, and head back to the room to grab some things before we were out to get some dinner.
But oh wait, before we were able to dine, we were met with another unfortunate yet amusing setback. So the 3 of us hop in my car, and I exit the parking lot. As I exit the gate, I take a sharp left. Now, my visitor's parking pass (thus my ticket back into the parking lot) was a half sheet of blue paper that was sitting on my dashboard. And seeing that it was quite humid in my car, we all had our windows down. So because of the sharpness of the turn I took, the wind travelling through mine and Bopha's wind swept up the parking pass and was vacuumed out the passenger windiow. It almost didn't make it as Bope reacted quickly (albeit not quickly enough) and nearly caught it. But alas it was out the window. As if the unfortunateness couldn't get any bigger. So I turn around at the intersection and head back to see if we could spot it. It actually was hard to miss. It was just sitting right there on a grassy knoll right next to the parking lot. I turned around again so Bope could get out and retrieve it. Unfortunate, yet amusing. I tucked it under my visor until I got back to the college.
We stop at Applebee's for dinner, then head to the lanes for a couple games of bowling. Holy shit, where the hell was I during this night of bowling. I was on top during the first game only losing by 2 and finishing with a mediocre 96. But it was all downhill from there. For some reason, I just couldn't throw the ball straight for the life of me. So obviously Jill ran away with the second game. The third game, ... don't get me started. Worst game of bowling in my entire life while trying. I finished with a 31. Hoooorrrrible. Bopha got the last laugh though because she won the third game. Half way through our first game, some guy came and took the lane next to ours. He was by himself. Now, at this bowling alley you pay up front for how many games you play. And I don't know how many games this guy paid for, but you needed two hands to count them. He was on his 7th game by the time we left, and I'm willing to bet he had even more. He must've been in some sort of league because he kept writing down his scores. Also, there was a group of guys a couple lanes from us who kept checking Bopha and Jill out. One of the guys gave me a look that read either "Lucky bastard" or "What're they doin with you". I thought about pointing it out to them, but didn't feel like getting them paranoid or whatever. Plus it was amusing to me.
We get back to Quinnipiac around 8:00. After a quick stop back at the room, we went to the pool hall to shoot a couple games. Man, it's been awhile since I played pool and damn did it show. After a couple of games, it was back to Jill's room where we proceeded to watch ... ... Tae Bo. Heh, she ran throught the list of movies we could watch and made the mistake of mention the Tae Bo tapes her roommate had. And if you knew one thing about mine and Bope's personality, you'd have already seen that choice coming. So we sat back and watched Billy Blanks and his team of merry men work out while we sat on our lazy asses and ate cheesecake. Yes. Not even 12 minutes later, we cut the lights on that one (considering we were getting into motions none of us could do that quickly for that period of time) and put my laptop up and ring up Brian Regan's stand up. Which was followed by, how I put, Laptop Wars. Basically, the three of us, who all had our laptops with us, began taking turns throwing out all the funny stuff we had lyring around on our computers.
And it's through Laptop Wars, more specifically a Jimmy Fallon stand up routine that Jill pulled up that really opened my eyes to 80s pop songs. The routine was that you can fit every popular song from the 80s into the rhythm of "Can't Touch This". He proceeded to give prominent examples while "Cant Touch This" played. And it was true. After the track stopped, I began to think of random 80s songs and tried to imagine "Can't touch This" playing over it... and they all fit. Even after I got home, I got a list of 80s songs, booted up the MC Hammer, and busted out the 80s tunes. And I'll be damned, every song I had could easily fit right into the rhythm. Everything from "Should I Stay or Should I Go" to "Come On Eileen" to "Everybody Have Fun Tonight" to "You Spin Me Like a Record" to "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go". It all fits. Try it sometime, it's so bizarre.
Jill wasn't kidding the number of times when she said her room gets brutally hot. And no more did it show when I was trying to go to sleep. It's not the most comfortable night of sleeping when it's extremely humid in the room and you're sleeping in a garbage bag with a thick sheet of insulation. But I eventually fell asleep ... only to awaken by Jill hitting me with her computer chair... because apparently I was all over the floor that night, which is strange for me because I'm usually a very still sleeper. But I was up and tickin'. Jill had to head to class while Bope and I meandered around the campus. Coming to the conclusion that after 30 minutes we wanted to head back to the room, we played the waiting game and grabbed the door to the hall as someone entered. We tooled around on our laptops waiting for Jill to get out of class. After her roommate left, I was able to ingest my morning coffee, ie: Sportscenter. As soon as she got out of class, we grabbed some lunch at their cafeteria. Another hour later, we were pretty much exhausted of ideas, so Bopha and I made our leave.
The trip back was nothing special. Although I did take a detour into Middletown and made a return trip to East Hampton via Portland. I had originally planned to make it a chill day in Hartford or East Hampton visiting Josh (N.), Ana, or J-squared. Unfortunately both Josh and Jon were still at their respective colleges (and why wouldn't they be, it was the middle of the week) and the only remaining high schooler, Ana, also had this week off so she was vacationing in northern New York. So no dice on the reunion of Connecticut peeps. But I did show Bope around East Hampton. It hasn't changed much at all. It was like a trip down memory lane. I really miss it already. I loved the area we lived in Connecticut. I can remember all the great summers spent there. It's going to be so depressing and weird not going there this summer-- er, going there to visit my dad. I still wish he had never left Connecticut.
We hop back on 91-North and stay on it forever. The trip back was nowhere near as eventful as the ride down. Got home at around 6:30. The trip was well worth it to escape the clutches of the Great Uncivilized North, even if just for a day. I'll definitely have to plan another one sometime soon, only I plan on going further than Connecticut, even going outside of New England. There was one huge roadtrip that Bope and I (and I guess we roped Christine into too, now we just need to get everyone else) had been looking into during the summer, going to Virginia Beach. But I'm also looking to head to New York to look in on a couple of peeps, and maybe make it as far west as Buffalo. If that was going to happen, it'd have to be during the summer, maybe even as late as the fall season.
Anyway, so there's the wrap up. And yes, finally an update for all you Regular Johns.
Thank you, and have a nice day.
Fully loaded, we got snacks and supplies
It’s time to leave this town, It’s time to steal away
Let’s go get lost anywhere in the USA"
~Red Hot Chili Peppers
Ok, so it wasn't a big bad road trip. We didn't even leave New England. But to get out of L-Town... fuck, out of New Hampshire, it was well worth it. I've actually been back in L-Town for the past 2 days, but have just been too lazy to write about it. But here I am now to lay down the details that I know you all aren't interested in yet that I'll still for some reason write down.
Tuesday, March 19 8:01 AM ... The last of my 3 alarms (I'm a heavy sleeper, shut up) goes off. The departure time was intended for 10:00 (psht... like THAT was going to happen) so I decided to get up early to get everything together. Grabbed my laptop, change of clothes, saline and contact case, bunch of cds, blah blah blah. Phone rings and it's Josh asking for a ride to St. J. First off, he was lucky I was even up that early. I would've told him that I couldn't do it due to the fact that it would be damaging to our ETD. But he said I was his last option and that he wouldn't have called me if there was someone else, paired with the fact that it wouldn't be so far out of the way as it would be just taking a bit of a longer way, so I agreed to it.
I pick up Bopha (and her mom?) to go to Wal Mart. We grab some snackages and a couple cases of Dew and ... leave her mom there. "She'll just walk home" quoth the Bope. So, we just leave... stop at Cumby's to fill up all the while getting harassed by Josh over my cell phone. So we finally pick him, set sail to Saint Johnsbury, and drop him off. Before hitting the highway again, I stopped at the Irving's to put some air in my tires, since every so often on the highway I'd hear "errrrrrt" coming from my right front tire (I figured it was low on pressure as the case). Unfortunately the "errrrrrrt" didn't go away, though it wasn't as frequent as before. All throughout the trip, I was just waiting to run over a rock and take a hard bump and just have the tire blow out. With Josh dropped off, I take the exit onto 91 ... and we are off. (Huzzah!). Approximate time hitting I-91: 11:10 ... a far cry from 10:00, but what're you gonna do, right?
So I put the accelerator on the floor and she stayed that way, put the cruise control on hovering around 73-75. It was nothing out of the blue for most of the ride through Vermont, jamming to some monster tunes, at one point digging out my laptop and listening to Brian Regan's stand up on Comedy Central (that I ripped... woops). I noted this on the way to and from Connecticut; 91 seems to really show the transition of complete civilized nothingness into actual civilazation as you go from Northern Vermont into the border of Massachussetts and there on south. So as soon as we reached the Mass border, I actually had to do some driving as the highway began to get more crowded and divulged into a 3-lane highway.
And wow, some people need to prove that if met with taking another driving test, they'd still pass. Because I found a plethera of jackass drivers in Massachussetts (that really comes as no surprise, by the way. They don't call them Mass-holes for nothing). And I won't go through everything I saw (because I need more than two hands to count how many asshole-ish drivers I saw to and from), but some that stand out in my mind. Like the asshole that I saw in Springfield at the right-most lane of the four-lane highway. He puts his right-blinker on (have I mentioned that he's already in the right-most lane with no oncoming exit to result in his use of the right blinker), turns left in front of someone going faster than him, and then LEAVES HIS BLINKER ON for another half mile. I cannot tolerate people who leave their blinkers on unnecessarily. Like people getting off on exits who leave their blinkers on for the entire duration of the ramp. COME ON! Just turn it off! You already turned. And people who need to use their brakes on the highway. WTF. NO BRAKES ON THE HIGHWAY! Coast if you need to slow down. And I hate those people even more when they're in front of me because they force me to use my brakes on the highway, so I become a hypocrite in my own design. And it always has to be just one jackass in the express lane who's going so slow that he doesn't deserve to be in the express lane. So you have a bunch of us going 65 in the lane that's designated for the speedsters. Even the people in the "slow" lanes are going faster than us. They might be the same douches who take the car pool lane.
Ah yes, then there's the Car Pool lane (which is complete bullshit in itself. To go in the "car pool" lane, you need to have just 2 people. So basically, if you aren't driving by yourself, you qualify). Now, I've driven to Connecticut on 91 before, and of all the times I see the car pool lane, I barely see anyone in it besides minivans and old ladies. No self-respecting person drives in the car pool lane, even if you have a carful of people. That's why I think the Car Pool Lane should be renamed the Douchebag Lane. No one drives in it except douchebags. It's because no one wants to be singled out by driving in a fifth lane segregated from the rest of the lanes. It's like the being in a side show. Everyone else in the other lanes look at you, point and laugh, and say "What, too good to drive with the rest of us?". So it's just not worth it. ... ... Or did I just put too much thought into that?
ANYWAY, we decide to stop for some lunch after just munching on cheese poofs and chugging Mountain Dew the entire way. I take the exit into Holyoke and am met by a sign that lets me know the direction of a Subway. And you know me and my love of Subway. So I noticed the sign and proceed to get giddy and yell "SUBWAY!". But I had rolled my window down and was rolling to a stop at an intersection, so when I yelled it, I had two of the guys look at me like "Wtf". That light couldn't turn green fast enough. Unfortunately I was in the wrong lane, so I had to turn around an unprecedented 3 times. So we get back to the same intersection and notice their welcome sign: "Welcome to Holyoke: Birthplace of Volleyball" ... Is that something you want to be admitting to? Ok, so it's not that bad (Hell, East Hampton was known as the bell capital of the nation during the 1800s. WOO! I love bells!). I mean, how many people in the world are huge volleyball enthusiasts that they'd be humbled enough to come to Holyoke. Could you imagine that? "OH MY GOD! I can't believe I'm here. I mean, this is the place where they invented VOLLEYBALL! I'm so honored!". Heh. So we find Subway only to be met with it's melting pot of workers. Three ladies behind the counter, one of them is Asian and spoke MUY little English, one who looked Mexican who didn't speak at all, and then one who took our order who spoke with a THICK European accent. It was so bad she had to ask me if I wanted my sub toasted 3 times. We finally get our subs and sit down. I finished mine before It came in. (story time) ... Two people walk into the Subway. One was this ... portly looking girl walks in and her friend or whatever was ... Well, let me put it like this... Being completely honest, to this moment, I'm not sure of the gender of this person. Either way, Wow, that's the ugliest son of a bitch ever. And I know that's a bit sadistic to say. I bet he... she... it has a nice personality. Bope saw s/him, put her sandwich down and says "I lost my appetite".
We hit up 91 again with some Queens of the Stone Age (Songs For the Deaf style) rockin' out the stereo. It's when we hit Hartford when I realized my being from the north factors in again. You see, I'm used to being around cops and police that actually care (albeit not the Littleton police). So when I booked it by a cop topping out at 85 in the express line, I expected to see the blues. Did I? No. I'll bet you 20 bucks that if I were going over 85 on 93 from Concord, I'd get the blues on me faster than ... ... Well, pretty fast. Like I said, I'm used to police that actually care what you're going. Thought I don't know why I expected to get pulled over seeing that the jackass in front of me must've been pushing 95 and HE didn't even get pulled over.
It's around 3:00 when I finally take exit 10 into Hamden. 15 or so minutes later and I spot Hamden and whip out my phone to call Jill to inform her of our arrival. Now, here's where the fun begins. So, I spot "visitor parking" and thought this was where I was going. Boy, was I wrong. I take the turn and spot a security person booth. Well, I don't have my visitor parking pass yet so I don't want to confront this guy. So where do I go? On the path next to the booth, that's the solution, right? HUGE wrong seeing that the path next to the security officer booth was a ONE-WAY. When Bope informs me that I'm going the wrong way down a one-way, I stop, say "fuck", have the security officer step out and point me in the right direction. I park, think "Wow, that was embarassing". Not only that, but while getting yelled at by the security officer, I accidentilly hung up on Jill. So I called her back when I see the security guy walking my way. Shit. So now I have to talk with her and explain what the fuck just happened to the officer. What can make this situation more garbled? Another incoming phone call! Joe tried calling, but I had to say "No, not now". I told the officer that I wasn't from around here (necessary to include) and that I was waiting for my friend to give me a visitor's pass. He stayed silent for a second or two and then said "Well, you can't leave your car." and left. Wow. So I resume my conversation with Jill and stay put in my car thinking about how messed up the last 5 minutes were. Jill shows up and we ride out of the visitor's parking because apparently that wasn't where I was supposed to be. And as we passed the security officer's booth, I couldn't help but wave. We head to the main entrance, tell the security guy there that I needed a visitor's pass. He had one for me and Bope... Wow, that was way easier than I thought.
It's 3:45 and we arrive at Quinnipiac. We grab our shit while we pass through a mob of people playing various sports and things. People doing things? I don't think we're in L-Town anymore. We get to Jill's dormitory after we cross the bridge over the aptly named Hepatitis Creek (use your imagination) when we're offered the "Nickel and dime tour" of Q U. Bopha and I, being the smart asses we are, coughed up a literal nickel and dime. I should've got my money back though. I've already seen Q U, granted that it was 2 years back visiting my sister whom used to attend the school (kinda wished she still did so I could've annoyed her while I was there). But we take a look around, stop by a few places, and head back to the room to grab some things before we were out to get some dinner.
But oh wait, before we were able to dine, we were met with another unfortunate yet amusing setback. So the 3 of us hop in my car, and I exit the parking lot. As I exit the gate, I take a sharp left. Now, my visitor's parking pass (thus my ticket back into the parking lot) was a half sheet of blue paper that was sitting on my dashboard. And seeing that it was quite humid in my car, we all had our windows down. So because of the sharpness of the turn I took, the wind travelling through mine and Bopha's wind swept up the parking pass and was vacuumed out the passenger windiow. It almost didn't make it as Bope reacted quickly (albeit not quickly enough) and nearly caught it. But alas it was out the window. As if the unfortunateness couldn't get any bigger. So I turn around at the intersection and head back to see if we could spot it. It actually was hard to miss. It was just sitting right there on a grassy knoll right next to the parking lot. I turned around again so Bope could get out and retrieve it. Unfortunate, yet amusing. I tucked it under my visor until I got back to the college.
We stop at Applebee's for dinner, then head to the lanes for a couple games of bowling. Holy shit, where the hell was I during this night of bowling. I was on top during the first game only losing by 2 and finishing with a mediocre 96. But it was all downhill from there. For some reason, I just couldn't throw the ball straight for the life of me. So obviously Jill ran away with the second game. The third game, ... don't get me started. Worst game of bowling in my entire life while trying. I finished with a 31. Hoooorrrrible. Bopha got the last laugh though because she won the third game. Half way through our first game, some guy came and took the lane next to ours. He was by himself. Now, at this bowling alley you pay up front for how many games you play. And I don't know how many games this guy paid for, but you needed two hands to count them. He was on his 7th game by the time we left, and I'm willing to bet he had even more. He must've been in some sort of league because he kept writing down his scores. Also, there was a group of guys a couple lanes from us who kept checking Bopha and Jill out. One of the guys gave me a look that read either "Lucky bastard" or "What're they doin with you". I thought about pointing it out to them, but didn't feel like getting them paranoid or whatever. Plus it was amusing to me.
We get back to Quinnipiac around 8:00. After a quick stop back at the room, we went to the pool hall to shoot a couple games. Man, it's been awhile since I played pool and damn did it show. After a couple of games, it was back to Jill's room where we proceeded to watch ... ... Tae Bo. Heh, she ran throught the list of movies we could watch and made the mistake of mention the Tae Bo tapes her roommate had. And if you knew one thing about mine and Bope's personality, you'd have already seen that choice coming. So we sat back and watched Billy Blanks and his team of merry men work out while we sat on our lazy asses and ate cheesecake. Yes. Not even 12 minutes later, we cut the lights on that one (considering we were getting into motions none of us could do that quickly for that period of time) and put my laptop up and ring up Brian Regan's stand up. Which was followed by, how I put, Laptop Wars. Basically, the three of us, who all had our laptops with us, began taking turns throwing out all the funny stuff we had lyring around on our computers.
And it's through Laptop Wars, more specifically a Jimmy Fallon stand up routine that Jill pulled up that really opened my eyes to 80s pop songs. The routine was that you can fit every popular song from the 80s into the rhythm of "Can't Touch This". He proceeded to give prominent examples while "Cant Touch This" played. And it was true. After the track stopped, I began to think of random 80s songs and tried to imagine "Can't touch This" playing over it... and they all fit. Even after I got home, I got a list of 80s songs, booted up the MC Hammer, and busted out the 80s tunes. And I'll be damned, every song I had could easily fit right into the rhythm. Everything from "Should I Stay or Should I Go" to "Come On Eileen" to "Everybody Have Fun Tonight" to "You Spin Me Like a Record" to "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go". It all fits. Try it sometime, it's so bizarre.
Jill wasn't kidding the number of times when she said her room gets brutally hot. And no more did it show when I was trying to go to sleep. It's not the most comfortable night of sleeping when it's extremely humid in the room and you're sleeping in a garbage bag with a thick sheet of insulation. But I eventually fell asleep ... only to awaken by Jill hitting me with her computer chair... because apparently I was all over the floor that night, which is strange for me because I'm usually a very still sleeper. But I was up and tickin'. Jill had to head to class while Bope and I meandered around the campus. Coming to the conclusion that after 30 minutes we wanted to head back to the room, we played the waiting game and grabbed the door to the hall as someone entered. We tooled around on our laptops waiting for Jill to get out of class. After her roommate left, I was able to ingest my morning coffee, ie: Sportscenter. As soon as she got out of class, we grabbed some lunch at their cafeteria. Another hour later, we were pretty much exhausted of ideas, so Bopha and I made our leave.
The trip back was nothing special. Although I did take a detour into Middletown and made a return trip to East Hampton via Portland. I had originally planned to make it a chill day in Hartford or East Hampton visiting Josh (N.), Ana, or J-squared. Unfortunately both Josh and Jon were still at their respective colleges (and why wouldn't they be, it was the middle of the week) and the only remaining high schooler, Ana, also had this week off so she was vacationing in northern New York. So no dice on the reunion of Connecticut peeps. But I did show Bope around East Hampton. It hasn't changed much at all. It was like a trip down memory lane. I really miss it already. I loved the area we lived in Connecticut. I can remember all the great summers spent there. It's going to be so depressing and weird not going there this summer-- er, going there to visit my dad. I still wish he had never left Connecticut.
We hop back on 91-North and stay on it forever. The trip back was nowhere near as eventful as the ride down. Got home at around 6:30. The trip was well worth it to escape the clutches of the Great Uncivilized North, even if just for a day. I'll definitely have to plan another one sometime soon, only I plan on going further than Connecticut, even going outside of New England. There was one huge roadtrip that Bope and I (and I guess we roped Christine into too, now we just need to get everyone else) had been looking into during the summer, going to Virginia Beach. But I'm also looking to head to New York to look in on a couple of peeps, and maybe make it as far west as Buffalo. If that was going to happen, it'd have to be during the summer, maybe even as late as the fall season.
Anyway, so there's the wrap up. And yes, finally an update for all you Regular Johns.
Thank you, and have a nice day.