why my friends are awesome
So yesterday was the last day of exams. In keeping with tradition, it was about a month after every other university on the face of the planet has already had commencement, but, whatever, I'm not bitter. (And by 'I'm not bitter,' I mean, 'Thirty years from now, I'll still be kvetching about it.') In any case, my physics buds had been planning a Guinness-Book-of-World-Records-worthy bar crawl for today. Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration, but it was going to be epic. I was considering either sitting out entirely or getting the girl who used to live across the hall from me to come so that we could share one girly drink every fifth bar or so.
Well, yesterday, we all went over to hang at one of these buddies's apartment, and imagine my surprise when the record-setting bar crawl that they could not shut up about last weekend wasn't even mentioned. What happened to foil our plans for some well-deserved revelry, shenannigans, and general mayhem?
Three words, my friends: Axis & Allies. On Wednesday night, two of my physics buddies, henceforth referred to as Charming and Strange (actual nicknames that have absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with the quarks...because that would be really geeky), started a game of Axis & Allies. The game lasted for three hours on Wednesday night, continued over for another three hours on Thursday night, and by the end of Friday night, they still hadn't finished it. Clearly, then, bar-crawling today is out of the question. I mean, who would want to go out and get tanked when the power in the Pacific hangs in the balance, and Berlin is one turn away from being captured by England again?
And I'm totally mocking them as if I hadn't been sitting right there, watching every minute of this, thus far, eight hour game...while cross stitching. We're all such colossal dorks, and it fills me with glee. :)
This summer's going to be fantastic.