"I'm highly surprised that we didn't get kicked out of Ypsilanti"
Friday...I get my hair cut at a real place for like the first time in 4 years...i walked away with 4 inches cut off my hair and side bangs. Then Ash and I loaded up in the Tauro for what was hoping to be a memorable trip to Eastern Michigan for Chris' friend's birthday party...and memorable it was indeed. We walk in dressed in our best to find 4 people playing a drinking game called "moose". I of course am not one to turn down a drinking game and so i partake. After a while of that, a group of what appeared to be older (not college students) perhaps gang members and their baby mama's walked into the "party" and i use that term loosly, me and I ash jump on our cellular telephones and call each of our prospective "ex's" which both convieniently go to Eastern. Zach and his friend came to our rescue and whisked us away to a classy little 18 and over joint known as the "Wooden Nickel". Yup...the "Wooden Nickel" I walk in after the bouncer who was like 17 and on a power trip interegated me and questioned my real age. I was like I'm not 21 and i'm not trying to drink here...it was then he informed me to take my ID out of the plastic. I obliged, even though i really wanted to remind him that he was a bouncer at a seedy bar called the "WOODEN NICKEL" in Ypsi, but i refained myself. It was then that i had to pay triple the entry rate than my 21 year old friends because...i don't know why. 6 dollars gone, and 2 gigantic black X's on my hands later and i'm in. I look to the left and there is a 4 foot by 4 foot dance floor with lazor beams flashing to and fro, with a fourty year old women dancing as if no one else can see her, i want to go up to her and inform her that others CAN indeed see her and her dancing style, however i am unaware of the locals ways...and so again i refrain myself. I sit down with Zach and Co. and try to be funny and order milk, seeing as i'm not 21 (and in fact the only non 21 year old here.) i think this is funny, however the waitress does not understand nor does she think it's funny. She lets me know that they only have cream...no one here get's my humor.
Then Chris' friends take us to a fraternity party, this is where we part ways with zach and co. We enter the "Delta Tau Delta" house...i should've gotten kicked out the moment i step foot inside. At one point i told someone to quote, "Shoo, get out of here...you heard me...SCRAM!" after apalled looks, i'm informed that i was just speaking to the president. "I'll let myself out, thank you." I did however have a very intersting conversation with a stutterer, he makes me want to continue in the speech path program. After a grueling and intense game of flip cup, it is nearing 4 am, and time to go.
the drive home the next day was that to be desired. We made it the entire way home without an accident, a fishtail, a stall...and then pulling into my driveway my Tauro gets stuck. Was it worth it you may ask...no it was not. 8 hours blocking the driveway and 12 burly college men later the Tauro is free and we are all on are way to go sledding.
Sledding...seems innocent enough, that is until you're faced with the challange of East Campus. The hill which i will forever refer to as dead man's drop. That hill stole my dignity and respect that day, and for that i will never forgive it. Everyone else was able to climb back up the hill after sledding down it (some even under the infulence) that is of course, everyone but me. Imagine what humbling of an experience it would be to be at the bottom of a snowy hill while you see 12 of your friends all gathered at the top, and then you hear,"what do we do about Megan?" I hear another, "Is she stoned too?" I am not, however i would like the others to think i am, so i can blame this experience on something other than my physical abilty. After that, i made a vow to never ever engage in winter sports again...ever. and return home for a girls night in. and on that note...it's a GREAT day to be a bronco!
p.s. Valentines Kegger Friday the 11th!! be here or be somewhere else that isn't as cool.
Then Chris' friends take us to a fraternity party, this is where we part ways with zach and co. We enter the "Delta Tau Delta" house...i should've gotten kicked out the moment i step foot inside. At one point i told someone to quote, "Shoo, get out of here...you heard me...SCRAM!" after apalled looks, i'm informed that i was just speaking to the president. "I'll let myself out, thank you." I did however have a very intersting conversation with a stutterer, he makes me want to continue in the speech path program. After a grueling and intense game of flip cup, it is nearing 4 am, and time to go.
the drive home the next day was that to be desired. We made it the entire way home without an accident, a fishtail, a stall...and then pulling into my driveway my Tauro gets stuck. Was it worth it you may ask...no it was not. 8 hours blocking the driveway and 12 burly college men later the Tauro is free and we are all on are way to go sledding.
Sledding...seems innocent enough, that is until you're faced with the challange of East Campus. The hill which i will forever refer to as dead man's drop. That hill stole my dignity and respect that day, and for that i will never forgive it. Everyone else was able to climb back up the hill after sledding down it (some even under the infulence) that is of course, everyone but me. Imagine what humbling of an experience it would be to be at the bottom of a snowy hill while you see 12 of your friends all gathered at the top, and then you hear,"what do we do about Megan?" I hear another, "Is she stoned too?" I am not, however i would like the others to think i am, so i can blame this experience on something other than my physical abilty. After that, i made a vow to never ever engage in winter sports again...ever. and return home for a girls night in. and on that note...it's a GREAT day to be a bronco!
p.s. Valentines Kegger Friday the 11th!! be here or be somewhere else that isn't as cool.