Homecoming

So, last year at homecoming we were all together, Kate Farrell  was with us, Jillian was just getting wasted-er, and Tufts miraculously won in the end. Well, I'm sure Jillian got wasted-er again, but nothing else was the same. We still had some fun though, no worries.  I woke up wicked early for tutoring with my Andrea, was at Tisch with approximately five really lame students, and got stood up by my girl. While everyone else in the world was drinking, I was waiting in Tisch for forty minutes. Finally, at 10:40, I determined that Andrea was indeed not going to show, so I went to go get my drink on. Mimosas, anyone? Slightly classier than last year's Keystone and whiskey. Not that I don't love a good keystone. Want to know the beer in our house right now? Natty Ice. Fo realz. I don't understand it either. When Theta Chi had a party at our house, one of the brothers tried convincing me that Natty was better than Keystone. No one has heard from him since that fateful night.
(JK guys, I'm sure he's around somewhere) Anywho, I went home, Dan and Ashton were leaving for Homo Time, and Judah and Cookie were at the AT&T store because Judah wanted a new phone and he wanted it right now! So, classic bsaw, I sat down, put on the food network, and started drinking some mimosas by my lonesome. C and J returned soon, and we spent three hours sitting and drinking. It was glorious, or at least I think I remember it was glorious. We listened to music, Cooks forced the Tufts song on us at least 12 times, we played some Beibs, and not much else happened. But then my phone accidentally called Andrew, I hung up, Cookie called Andrew, Cookie put Cookie's phone in Cookie's mouth while talking to Andrew (Cookie was very excited), and then we skyped Andrew! It was fun! (Drizz, we miss you!) He's coming to visit the week before Thanksgiving, anyone else want to come over too?!?!? I hear it's cheap to fly from Europe to America the weekend before Thanksgiving. Besides, I'm worth it! Sooo, then we went to the football game (by that I mean a truck that had a thousand hamburgers and hotdogs and Theti Chi brothers). Every group and frat just happened to have a pick up truck handy for tailgating. I'm not sure how. What if you don't have one? I don't know of anyone who owns a pick up truck. Maybe they rent them to look cool? Will ask later. Blowfish was handling the grill, which was good for me because a bunch of bitties were trying to score some food, but Blowfish paid special attention to my hotdog and hamburger needs. Kerry what's-her-face that whipped Coco with Ashton's belt came up to Blowfish and asked him for some food, and Blowfish jokingly asked her, "How do you know the Theta Chi brothers?" And I was right there and drunk and all I wanted to do was stick my head into their conversation and say, "Besides biblically?" But alas, I was a good bone. I am a good bone.
Then we actually went to the game, watched the last quarter, watched Tufts blow their lead in the last four minutes of the game, disappointing. But actually I couldn't have cared less. Went home, everyone but Cookie took naps, then we woke up, Dan, Ashton, and Judah ordered the most giant of buffalo chicken calzones from Helen's (no, not a bluezone. They regret it.), and we watched some real college football until we went to sleep.
Yes. Quite boring. Judah tried some hair of the dog at 8 at night. For the record: hair of the dog is a stupid thing that only the Nick Stones of the world believe in, and does not actually work.
So, that was homecoming. I know. Maybe if you guys were here, someone would have peed on my shoes, or Nick Stone would have won homecoming king (imagine having to hear that homecoming story), Jumbos would have crushed, or if Matt Wittman were here, he and I would have cuddled on Ashton's bed again.