This weekend, "College Barb" came out to play in full force. And it was AWESOME (with a capital A).
Such showings typically come out to play only during the off-season and I think it'd be a fair assessment to say that this performance was one for the books.
In true college style, the weekend started on Thursday. An old friend of ours from KU, with a liver of steel, pretty much challenged us to 3 consecutive nights of rehashing the past. For all intents and purposes...I shall refer to said friend as Nighthawk for the duration of this post because he, too, is named Mike (and for what it's worth, he's got "boats and hoes").
There is arguably no sight more amusing than Mike and I trying to keep up with Nighthawk. Thursday night I wasn't planning on drinking. But after a long day at work, I easily succumbed to peer pressure and had my fair share of beer while trying to keep my dignity in a never-ending Mario Kart Battle.
Luckily my Friday wasn't too unbearable. No headache, just that annoying "I can't focus when the hell will this day be over" head fog.
With Friday evening came the battle of us versus the bottle of rum versus the clock. We never actually made it out of the condo that night as planned (again, the world of Mario Kart sucked us in and I managed to save face by winning Rainbow Road 4 times in a row), but we killed quite a bit of brain cells and finished off a bottle of Bacardi and cracked into the Brinley Gold.
Saturday morning was a bit sluggish and we lounged around like we did back in college. With plenty of football on TV, we easily entertained ourselves. Things we learned during the day include (but are not limited to) the notion that Tim "Tim" Tebow is GSS and shall punish you for any wrongdoings and that Chase Daniel is sorely overrated. I think triple T is up there with Dickie V on my list of most annoying sports figures. So boo for Bama losing. Yay for OU making a mockery of Mizzou (because let's be serious...I typically root for 3 teams...Kansas...anyone playing Mizzou...and anyone playing UNC). My condolences to any Tigers out there...
And of course, a nice lil' rock chalk cheer for my Jayhawks headed to Tempe for the Insight Bowl. Apparently we're playing some team from the Big 10 conference whose stats are somewhat amusing in comparison to ours along with an embarassing shut out
in their final game of the season...but who knows, maybe they'll get their act together in the next few weeks and give us a run for our money. Stranger things have happened.
Aside from our marathon of college sports, which included a nice argument with Comcast regarding the ESPN Full Court being out of service forcing us to watch our KU basketball game online until 3 minutes into the second half and a nice $30 reimbursement, the rest of Saturday is a big ole blur.
We braved the bitterly cold temps and painted the town red...celebrated the 21st birthday with a girl at the table next to us at Brehon and later closed down Garrett Ripleys after a few more rounds and a basket of tots. The rest of my evening was spent in the bathroom with Mike holding my hair back as I swore on my life that I'd never drink again (clearly, I lied in desperation)
. Fun times, campers. Fun times.
The portions of Sunday that were not spent in a hungover slug-over state were spent rocking out to one of THE BEST pumpkins shows I have ever seen. A few hours before showtime I was feeling like myself again and my first experience at the Aragon Ballroom did not disappoint. I finally heard some of my favorite songs live and may or may not have gotten a tiny
bit emotional. That shouldn't come as a shock though.
During the show I even commented to my dear friend Frank that I felt like we were listening to a show back from high school or college.
Needless to say, I rocked out like I was 21. And again, it was way beyond awesome. It was one of those nights where you just felt like you were flying. Laying in bed, my ears were still ringing with the sweet sounds of Soma and Bodies and Medellia of Gray Skies
. And I couldn't help but have a permagrin on my face as I fell into the arms of sleep.
Sometimes not acting your age is a lot
But it can also hurt...and remind you of how old you really are...
The upcoming weeks should be a lot of fun. We'll have a swirl of chaos at work, an ugly christmas sweater pub crawl planned, more friends coming into town, and then we're headed to the Sunflower state for some family time. And all the while, I intend on acting like I'm 21 again...but perhaps I'll go a little easier on my liver the next time around...
I just have to get through two more weeks of work and then I'm done for the year. After new year's eve...I officially have to return to Barb circa 2009. Because that's when the real work
Until then...I'm just enjoying the off-season...and relishing in the good ole days...
Labels: College Barb, I heart Smashing Pumpkins, Living it up in the Off-Season