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Harvard/Yale weekend is the best weekend of the year. When you spend so much time studying and stressing, you need breaks like these.
Headed down to Yale Friday afternoon. I was going to go down on the bus, but Josh (Simmonds) was coming down also to hang out with Dom, Peter and myself (although Peter ended up not coming as he had some orchestra thing), so I hitched a ride down with him. Got there, dropped my shit in Dom's room and then ran over to the Harvard/Yale Poker Tournament. Josh, Dom and myself entered (I gave Josh my Harvard sweatshirt so that he could get into the tournie). We kicked ass for a while. Josh was doing very well, but apparently got bored and busted out. I kept on hitting trips and getting fucked over. I finally busted out on trip queens. I went all in and this bastard called me and hit a flush on the river. Dom busted out a few hands later. Then we headed back to Dom's room, played some vodka pong, which was fun, but sort of a failure. We didn't have any mixers and obviously you can't put that much vodka into each cup, so each cup kept on getting knocked over, spilling vodka everywhere. It was my friend Ben and me against Dom and Josh (so, Harvard against Yale and WPI). Ben and I kicked their asses (the first of several Harvard victories of the weekend), then we hooked up with Dom's girlfriend, Julie, and some of her friends and went saki bombing. Saki bombing is highly reccomended, by the way. Also, tried actual sushi for the first time--very good, you've got to love the wasabi burn. Then we hit up one of the various parties on campus and called up Tom (Coiner), whom none of us had seen in a while because he is currently working at a theater in Kentucky. We had put together a care package for him (he's a starving actor, he needs it), which had just arrived that day. So, we all expressed our undying love for each other and then we left the party and went back to Julie's room. Then I left there with one of Julie's friends. We hooked up in her room until her roommate interrupted us and then I headed back to Dom's at about 3 in the morning and collapsed on his sofa.
So ended Friday night. I woke up Saturday morning at about nine. I grabbed a shower, woke up Ben, who was staying at Dom's also, and Josh. We grabbed breakfast and headed over to the tailgate for the Harvard/Yale game. Yale's stadium is about 3 miles from their campus, so we had to catch a bus out there. Yale's transportation organization was pitiful; we waited literally an hour and a half in line in order to get a bus down there. All I'm saying is that Harvard's stadium is in walking distance and if it weren't, we would have organized things correctly. Anyway, we got to the tailgating, met up with Dom, then Ben and I hit up Dunster's tailgating party. Had some burgers, some barbequed briscuit, a couple of beers, and then Dom, Julie and I went into the game a little bit before halftime. I snuck Josh in a little bit later. So, there I was, sitting on the Yale side of the game. Now for a little history. There is no rivalry greater than the Harvard/Yale rivalry and this comes boiling up at the annual Harvard/Yale football game. Yale, I believe, is ahead in total number of games won, but Harvard has kicked their ass for the past four years in a row (last year they were annahilated). So, there is a whole generation of Yalies whom have never seen their team win. Now, at halftime, Yale was ahead. As the game continued Yale got further and further ahead, so the Yalies were going nuts thinking that they were finally going to win. Then the fourth quarter came and we started schooling them like crazy. We tied it up and the game went into overtime. I headed over to the Harvard side and joined in on a few chants of "safety school" (for some fun, go to www.safetyschool.org), then headed back to the Yale side. Long story short, we beat them in overtime, stormed the field, and showed Yale once again which school is superior. It was fucking sweet. Yale loses for five years in a row. Then we headed back to Yale, grabbed some mexican, chilled for a little bit, and then head back up here.
So, here's the tally for the weekend.
Harvard wins in vodka pong.
Harvard wins the poker tournament.
A Harvard player comes in first in the poker tournament.
Harvard wins the football game.
Yale wins.........nothing...and manages to fuck up the bus system. We went down to their school, kicked their asses all weekend, then headed back up to cambridge. Now, its time to get back to homework, which I have enough of that I may only come home for Thanksgiving day and then head back up to Harvard to get a head start on tests and papers.
Anyway, a good weekend and a much-needed break.
Headed down to Yale Friday afternoon. I was going to go down on the bus, but Josh (Simmonds) was coming down also to hang out with Dom, Peter and myself (although Peter ended up not coming as he had some orchestra thing), so I hitched a ride down with him. Got there, dropped my shit in Dom's room and then ran over to the Harvard/Yale Poker Tournament. Josh, Dom and myself entered (I gave Josh my Harvard sweatshirt so that he could get into the tournie). We kicked ass for a while. Josh was doing very well, but apparently got bored and busted out. I kept on hitting trips and getting fucked over. I finally busted out on trip queens. I went all in and this bastard called me and hit a flush on the river. Dom busted out a few hands later. Then we headed back to Dom's room, played some vodka pong, which was fun, but sort of a failure. We didn't have any mixers and obviously you can't put that much vodka into each cup, so each cup kept on getting knocked over, spilling vodka everywhere. It was my friend Ben and me against Dom and Josh (so, Harvard against Yale and WPI). Ben and I kicked their asses (the first of several Harvard victories of the weekend), then we hooked up with Dom's girlfriend, Julie, and some of her friends and went saki bombing. Saki bombing is highly reccomended, by the way. Also, tried actual sushi for the first time--very good, you've got to love the wasabi burn. Then we hit up one of the various parties on campus and called up Tom (Coiner), whom none of us had seen in a while because he is currently working at a theater in Kentucky. We had put together a care package for him (he's a starving actor, he needs it), which had just arrived that day. So, we all expressed our undying love for each other and then we left the party and went back to Julie's room. Then I left there with one of Julie's friends. We hooked up in her room until her roommate interrupted us and then I headed back to Dom's at about 3 in the morning and collapsed on his sofa.
So ended Friday night. I woke up Saturday morning at about nine. I grabbed a shower, woke up Ben, who was staying at Dom's also, and Josh. We grabbed breakfast and headed over to the tailgate for the Harvard/Yale game. Yale's stadium is about 3 miles from their campus, so we had to catch a bus out there. Yale's transportation organization was pitiful; we waited literally an hour and a half in line in order to get a bus down there. All I'm saying is that Harvard's stadium is in walking distance and if it weren't, we would have organized things correctly. Anyway, we got to the tailgating, met up with Dom, then Ben and I hit up Dunster's tailgating party. Had some burgers, some barbequed briscuit, a couple of beers, and then Dom, Julie and I went into the game a little bit before halftime. I snuck Josh in a little bit later. So, there I was, sitting on the Yale side of the game. Now for a little history. There is no rivalry greater than the Harvard/Yale rivalry and this comes boiling up at the annual Harvard/Yale football game. Yale, I believe, is ahead in total number of games won, but Harvard has kicked their ass for the past four years in a row (last year they were annahilated). So, there is a whole generation of Yalies whom have never seen their team win. Now, at halftime, Yale was ahead. As the game continued Yale got further and further ahead, so the Yalies were going nuts thinking that they were finally going to win. Then the fourth quarter came and we started schooling them like crazy. We tied it up and the game went into overtime. I headed over to the Harvard side and joined in on a few chants of "safety school" (for some fun, go to www.safetyschool.org), then headed back to the Yale side. Long story short, we beat them in overtime, stormed the field, and showed Yale once again which school is superior. It was fucking sweet. Yale loses for five years in a row. Then we headed back to Yale, grabbed some mexican, chilled for a little bit, and then head back up here.
So, here's the tally for the weekend.
Harvard wins in vodka pong.
Harvard wins the poker tournament.
A Harvard player comes in first in the poker tournament.
Harvard wins the football game.
Yale wins.........nothing...and manages to fuck up the bus system. We went down to their school, kicked their asses all weekend, then headed back up to cambridge. Now, its time to get back to homework, which I have enough of that I may only come home for Thanksgiving day and then head back up to Harvard to get a head start on tests and papers.
Anyway, a good weekend and a much-needed break.