two a.m. is best served with ice cream...
It's been an eventful day.
Started out slow enough. Woke up late--lazy Sunday, you know the drill--and then headed into town with the roommate around three or so. Stopped by the hardware store for some art supplies for her classes this semester, browsed the aisles in one of the other little shops, then headed back up the main street toward campus. Ran into Ariel and Mandy and their friend by total and insane coincidence, then proceeded to tag along with them back into town only to find everything closed for the evening. Sunday, things close up early, you know the drill again. Headed to Taco Bell for a little dinner, headed back across campus for a change of pants after two of our number ran through a fountain, then headed back across campus again for some coffee in the Union. Then back to the dorm for some homework time.
Did the laundry. Did most of my homework. Lots of interesting reading, actually. Returned the borrowed ps2 controller. Retrieved laundry. Did some more homework.
Friends stopped by as they were doing their own laundry. Went with them to switch things out of the washer and into the dryer. Ended up talking in the hallway for about an hour with Ariel and Ronnie and Mandy, the last of whom showed up again after a long absence somehow pertaining to laundry. Then Ronnie left to do laundry and the rest of us plus Chris (who randomly appeared from the elevator) headed back to the room to watch Cady play video games and kill time for a half hour.
Why?
Because Cady decided that our new 24-hour Coldstone needed some 2 a.m. patronage. And she wanted very much for us to head off on our adventure at 2 a.m. precisely. So we dragged Chris and Ronnie along with us.
(Me: *knocks on the door*
Ronnie: I didn't think you were actually going to come back.
Me: Seriously? I said I would.
Ronnie: Why are we doing this?
Me: Because Cady wanted to.
Cady: It sounded like fun!
Ronnie: Those sound like famous last words to me...)
I might have paraphrased that a little.
Anyway. As we headed out into the great wide world, we noticed that there was zero traffic except for one rather ominous-looking bus, and we therefore darted across the streets in record time, which basically translates to, "we ambled along more or less in the middle of the road to avoid the sprinklers scattered about like land mines all over campus." Made it to the Coldstone, placed our orders like idiots. At one point Ronnie declared that he was "only here for decoration," yet I couldn't help but notice that he walked away with just as much ice cream as the rest of us. I'm pretty sure the employees were under the impression that we were a bunch of crazy people. Or possibly drunk, though I don't think we in all fairness could be said to have been slurring or off-balance at all. Ronnie was limping and Cady was sugar-high punch-drunk, but certainly not under the influence of much else besides a certain two-in-the-morning madness. We somehow managed to make it home again without incident.
Upon failing to either instruct me on the how-to or to put Cady in a sleeper hold himself, Ronnie took off to retrieve his laundry from the dryer and we all went our separate (ish) ways. Though we all live on the same floor of the same building, so the ways aren't as separate as they could be. In any event, we're all back in our own rooms now. Overall, a pointless and ridiculous excursion, but idiotically fun. For, you know, various reasons.
And just for the hell of it, I beat Ronnie to updating facebook status on the subject by four seconds. Pointless victory!
(I hate myself just a little tiny bit for not being able to say anything...freaking nonsensical. Roll your eyes with me.)
Now I'm crashing, though, so it might be wise to get to sleep. I have errands to run in the morning, anyway. Just had to preserve this little quest for posterity.
Goodnight, lj.
Started out slow enough. Woke up late--lazy Sunday, you know the drill--and then headed into town with the roommate around three or so. Stopped by the hardware store for some art supplies for her classes this semester, browsed the aisles in one of the other little shops, then headed back up the main street toward campus. Ran into Ariel and Mandy and their friend by total and insane coincidence, then proceeded to tag along with them back into town only to find everything closed for the evening. Sunday, things close up early, you know the drill again. Headed to Taco Bell for a little dinner, headed back across campus for a change of pants after two of our number ran through a fountain, then headed back across campus again for some coffee in the Union. Then back to the dorm for some homework time.
Did the laundry. Did most of my homework. Lots of interesting reading, actually. Returned the borrowed ps2 controller. Retrieved laundry. Did some more homework.
Friends stopped by as they were doing their own laundry. Went with them to switch things out of the washer and into the dryer. Ended up talking in the hallway for about an hour with Ariel and Ronnie and Mandy, the last of whom showed up again after a long absence somehow pertaining to laundry. Then Ronnie left to do laundry and the rest of us plus Chris (who randomly appeared from the elevator) headed back to the room to watch Cady play video games and kill time for a half hour.
Why?
Because Cady decided that our new 24-hour Coldstone needed some 2 a.m. patronage. And she wanted very much for us to head off on our adventure at 2 a.m. precisely. So we dragged Chris and Ronnie along with us.
(Me: *knocks on the door*
Ronnie: I didn't think you were actually going to come back.
Me: Seriously? I said I would.
Ronnie: Why are we doing this?
Me: Because Cady wanted to.
Cady: It sounded like fun!
Ronnie: Those sound like famous last words to me...)
I might have paraphrased that a little.
Anyway. As we headed out into the great wide world, we noticed that there was zero traffic except for one rather ominous-looking bus, and we therefore darted across the streets in record time, which basically translates to, "we ambled along more or less in the middle of the road to avoid the sprinklers scattered about like land mines all over campus." Made it to the Coldstone, placed our orders like idiots. At one point Ronnie declared that he was "only here for decoration," yet I couldn't help but notice that he walked away with just as much ice cream as the rest of us. I'm pretty sure the employees were under the impression that we were a bunch of crazy people. Or possibly drunk, though I don't think we in all fairness could be said to have been slurring or off-balance at all. Ronnie was limping and Cady was sugar-high punch-drunk, but certainly not under the influence of much else besides a certain two-in-the-morning madness. We somehow managed to make it home again without incident.
Upon failing to either instruct me on the how-to or to put Cady in a sleeper hold himself, Ronnie took off to retrieve his laundry from the dryer and we all went our separate (ish) ways. Though we all live on the same floor of the same building, so the ways aren't as separate as they could be. In any event, we're all back in our own rooms now. Overall, a pointless and ridiculous excursion, but idiotically fun. For, you know, various reasons.
And just for the hell of it, I beat Ronnie to updating facebook status on the subject by four seconds. Pointless victory!
(I hate myself just a little tiny bit for not being able to say anything...freaking nonsensical. Roll your eyes with me.)
Now I'm crashing, though, so it might be wise to get to sleep. I have errands to run in the morning, anyway. Just had to preserve this little quest for posterity.
Goodnight, lj.