Legends and Spirits

As Friday crept up on me, my friend's began to depart. Thursday night to honor the last night of them being around, obviously we partied in the basement; typical of a Thursday evening in Albany at the residence of 110. Naturally it was a hip-hoppin' good time for all those who came out for one more night on the town before ACP kids peaced out for their spring break; lucky bastards. I of course, have to wait another week and then I can be home free for at least seven days. Rock.

Because of my lack of friends, someone took it upon himself to talk me into venturing to Oneonta for the weekend. As I lay in bed debating this, I weighed the options. No friends here, friends there; no one to drink with here, party Saturday night there; tv to watch here, water polo to watch there. I think it was the water polo that did me in and next thing I know, I'm on 88 trucking out to the great town of Oneonta (the place where legends are made and spirits are broken).

I got there in time to watch the end of the Wick Water Polo game (woman's division I mind you), man that shit was intense. Post water polo game, there was a belly flop competition; also quite amusing and slightly intense. As the water activities drew to a close, Dave and I ventured to McDonald's to feed my fat self. The idea of drive-thrus continues to makes me shutter. Though this was only my second time utilizing the wonders of the "Drive-Thru" it was still a lousy experience. I panicked at the drive-thru (and not at the disco...) and sped away without my cheeseburger. Oh, how sad this young child was. Urgh, stupid McDonald's. The adventures then took us to John's house where we chillaxed for a few then peaced out back to the 'Wick. On a side note, while at John's house, I met another brown man named Amar! Who knew there was more than one in the world! As midnight came and went, 28 Days Later played on the screen before my eyes. It was a decent movie, I suppose. Then, it was bedtime.

Saturday was greeted with an 11 am brunch date with Addie, Dave, Colleen, Dave and Dave's counterpart (I think). It was lovely and the granola was delightful as always. Post brunch, some work was done (that's a foreign concept for me, so this was exciting). As work began to grow old, Dave threw out the option of playing some racquetball; naturally I jumped at this option (for you may not know it, but I'm a racquetball playing fool). A few hours later, I landed myself in Tokyo for some foreign eats (this would be Main St. in Oneonta, not Japan, fools). At the very least, I tried every part of my meal, including a funky looking soup, and some salad that I couldn't eat with my chopsticks. Finally, Dave got me a fork because I was not as masterful as those that I was eating with. The chicken something that I ordered was good for the most part, but the outside got annoying after a while, so I peeled it all off and made a big mess. So eventually, dinner was eaten, liquor store was visited, quick trip to Wal Mart, and then St. Patrick's day celebration began. Good times were had all around, especially during the trip to Sal's because my fat self wanted some pizza.

Sunday morning (more like afternoon) rolled around and I rolled off the couch and into the kitchen. The brilliant minds of B4 were cleaning their solo cups... who would have thought, what a genius idea! Though I have enough other cleaning to do post party, so I'll probably continue to damage our earth and throw out my solo cups. After a quick brunch, it was back to rt 88 and the dreaded city of Albany. Naturally it rained while I drove back, because that's what it does in Albany; it rains. It should reign, but instead it rains. Ha, I made a funny... Okay not really.

Anyway, now I sit in the cafe at SUNY with lovely Ted by my side as we prepare for our date in the library to whip out another wonderful 12 page paper. Nothing but good times to come I'm sure... Not.

Tomorrow is March 17th. A Monday. St. Patrick's Day. Great-Grandma's 88th birthday.

I wonder what else the day will hold.
Tune in later to find out.