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choco_frosh9:15: We're in Big Truck, stuck in traffic on the way to the Bowl. Brian and Alli are both running on sleep deficits and hangovers: we're all three getting extremely punchy, and the number of rude jokes keeps increasing.
Why does CJ always spend so much time yapping when we need to get going?
10:00. We're finally there.
10:05. The tailgate looks like William Langland's nightmare. There are already bottles all over the ground, barbecues going, food being dropped on the grass. I've never seen so many people drinking California champagne straight from the bottle. (Not that I'm in a position to talk, after May Day 2000.) Setting up recycling and trash bags on racks is a flimsy dam against this tide.
11:00 Not enough bins...
12:15. Man, this stadium is big. They must have dug out a volume the size of a small lake, then heaped it up to form the stands above me...
12:17. You could have a hell of a tournament in here.
12:30. Overheard: someone explaining "...the quintessential American sport..." Yup, as the old saying goes: violence, interrupted by committee meetings. With weak beer and chauvinism on the side.
1:00. Ways Harvard's band is better: actually making noise (granted, they have more to cheer about.); male Cheerleaders.
I know, who knew Harvard and Yale had cheerleaders??
Anyway, while cheerleaders in general are worthy of all mocking, anyone with the balls to be a MALE cheerleader gets my respect. That flag must weigh a ton, and lifting those girls--anorexic as they probably are--can't be all that easy.
Ways Yale's band is better: Silly hats; squids.
Victor among the bands : YPMB!
Result of the actual game : Yale got pasted.
3:00 Everyone's leaving early. The game is no longer really an issue.
4:00 Student tailgate looks like...well, it looks like the aftermath of a huge drunken barbecue where noone bothered to clean up after themselves. So it shouldn't be such a shock. What's perhaps most annoying is the way people managed to put the trash in the recycling and vice versa. Why are people such pigs on this occasion? It's not just that they're drunk: I may have been intoxicated at times past,but I never get that inconsiderate.
Next time, lets leave it to the hobos, who are doing a more efficient job of collecting the recyclables tahn we are.
4:30: Picked up by Grace, who comments that I smell like the dumpster behind a chinese restaurant where the staff chain smokes. I tell her this is not a surprise, and wish I had some cologne. We're off to Hartford, for a dinner in honor of her mother, and we'll be hobnobbing with all three bishops...
9:00. Note to self: do not talk about crazy ideas to bishops late at night.
Other notes:
I totaled it up, and last week I worked 25 hours for recycling, four hours for the Art dept., and 13 hours for ARCA. And had a job interview. And I'm wondering why I'm feeling stressed out...
There is a freakin' squirrel in this computer room! Little bastards get everywhere! And he's been chewing on cables...
Why does CJ always spend so much time yapping when we need to get going?
10:00. We're finally there.
10:05. The tailgate looks like William Langland's nightmare. There are already bottles all over the ground, barbecues going, food being dropped on the grass. I've never seen so many people drinking California champagne straight from the bottle. (Not that I'm in a position to talk, after May Day 2000.) Setting up recycling and trash bags on racks is a flimsy dam against this tide.
11:00 Not enough bins...
12:15. Man, this stadium is big. They must have dug out a volume the size of a small lake, then heaped it up to form the stands above me...
12:17. You could have a hell of a tournament in here.
12:30. Overheard: someone explaining "...the quintessential American sport..." Yup, as the old saying goes: violence, interrupted by committee meetings. With weak beer and chauvinism on the side.
1:00. Ways Harvard's band is better: actually making noise (granted, they have more to cheer about.); male Cheerleaders.
I know, who knew Harvard and Yale had cheerleaders??
Anyway, while cheerleaders in general are worthy of all mocking, anyone with the balls to be a MALE cheerleader gets my respect. That flag must weigh a ton, and lifting those girls--anorexic as they probably are--can't be all that easy.
Ways Yale's band is better: Silly hats; squids.
Victor among the bands : YPMB!
Result of the actual game : Yale got pasted.
3:00 Everyone's leaving early. The game is no longer really an issue.
4:00 Student tailgate looks like...well, it looks like the aftermath of a huge drunken barbecue where noone bothered to clean up after themselves. So it shouldn't be such a shock. What's perhaps most annoying is the way people managed to put the trash in the recycling and vice versa. Why are people such pigs on this occasion? It's not just that they're drunk: I may have been intoxicated at times past,but I never get that inconsiderate.
Next time, lets leave it to the hobos, who are doing a more efficient job of collecting the recyclables tahn we are.
4:30: Picked up by Grace, who comments that I smell like the dumpster behind a chinese restaurant where the staff chain smokes. I tell her this is not a surprise, and wish I had some cologne. We're off to Hartford, for a dinner in honor of her mother, and we'll be hobnobbing with all three bishops...
9:00. Note to self: do not talk about crazy ideas to bishops late at night.
Other notes:
I totaled it up, and last week I worked 25 hours for recycling, four hours for the Art dept., and 13 hours for ARCA. And had a job interview. And I'm wondering why I'm feeling stressed out...
There is a freakin' squirrel in this computer room! Little bastards get everywhere! And he's been chewing on cables...
