“they might drop the soap, but they don’t drop the flags.”

i have stolen matt’s idea for an entry title until i can come up with a suitable substitute.

joe has just instructed me in the ways of grocery shopping. actually this really consisted of us going to meijer and me spending only $25 on food because i can never really make up my mind as to what i want. so i ended up buying carrots, veggie dip, bagels, milk, juice, cereal, and cheese. matt had joe’s car blocked in so i drove us to meijer. i made the car kinda jerky at an intersection and i was like, “whoa sorry.” joe said, “don’t apologize to me, apologize to your transmission.” it was funny. joe also informed me that the song “beautiful” (sung by christina aguilera) was written by a chick with a mohawk. random. joe has been ultra cool the past couple of days.

my last week was so amazing. let’s recap.

WEDNESDAY brian called me around 9pm to inform me he was on his way home (translation: e. lansing) from elk rapids. he pulled in shortly before midnight and we attended a party in his honor at dan’s house in lansing. the crowd there was dan, kate, sean, etc. i don’t really know them (i met them all once prior at sit or spin) but everyone was really nice. perhaps because they were all slightly drunk by the time brian and i showed up. but anyway, brian and i shared a lot of wine that we both ended up puking back up later. after puking i promptly fell asleep in one of dan’s chairs for several hours. kate ended up driving me and brian home in brian’s car. i puked once more after we arrived back and the harrison house and finally fell asleep around 4:30am (or so i’m told).

THURSDAY was pretty wonky. i ended up sleeping through french class and went to work, only to leave after an hour because my train of thought was super messed up and i felt pretty crappy. so i came home to sleep. shortly after that brian came home and i sat around talking with brian and joe for awhile. there was talk of ordering pizza but i never actually got around to it. i stood up and joe asked, “are you finally going to order the pizza?”

“no, i’m going to puke again.”

and so i puked up chicken noodle soup (the only thing i had eaten all day). there were still stars in it.

justin and i bought a pizza, i ate four pieces of pineapple pizza and fell asleep. when i awakened, ashley had arrived for the weekend extravaganza that was soon to occur. ashley shared her crunchwrap with me and we hung out with everyone for a bit. brian left to go back to the lodge. i hurriedly finished my module 3 homework for WRA 202. at midnight, joe could be heard screaming, “EAT A BAG OF DICKS I’M TWENTY-ONE!” and he came tearing down the stairs and ran out the backdoor, only to reenter moments later to find his paper ID. then i stayed up super late talking to ashley and joe.

FRIDAY started out boring. i woke up, careful not to disturb ashley, and went to french class. then i went to work, came home, and took a nap. i woke up, made some ramen noodles, and joe’s party was just starting to kick off. i wore earplugs for the two bands that played and boy am i glad i did. much fun (and PBR and strawberry vodka and irish carbombs and woodchuck) was had. ashley and i met the neighbor boys and went to jimmy john’s. i called mike and he actually answered his phone (“shit!” i thought … i didn’t intend to actually get ahold of him, but i ended up talking to mike for about ten minutes regarding our plans for saturday). also drunk dialed matt and joe (even though he was in the same house as me? okay, kristen….). i fell asleep shortly after that (around 1am), but not before colin gross had to escort frankis out of my bed. oh man. and i ended up sleeping IN MY CLOTHES.

joe, the birthday boy, taking a strangling.

this is colin & mark. i live with them.

me being cute, evidently.

me laughing at nothing in particular.

i was tired and frankis was sleeping in my bed.

joe & ashley!

i think ashley woke me up in order to take this picture.

me & ashley. don’t try to take pictures of yourself while intoxicated, kids.

i awakened SATURDAY morning and showered. my phone rang as soon as i had dried myself off, announcing matt and sam’s arrival. “kristen, did you know there is a down power line in your backyard?”

“what the fuck….?”

sure enough, the night before someone had decided it would be a good idea to swing from the cable TV line outside. one of the neighbor ladies was pissed and a cop showed up and was like, “who was responsible for this party?” there were empty booze containers ALL OVER outside and a beer pong table set up and everything. somehow matt, ashley, sam, and i managed to avoid all of the drama and got out of east lansing in a hurry. we stopped at mcdonald’s for breakfast and then made our way to indianapolis, where i nearly got us lost downtown (as well as in a parking ramp). i also did the series in the car on the way there. upon arrival, mr. mcgreevy called me and said he wasn’t all that surprised i got lost. he told me not to go over the speed limit on the way home or the indiana cops would bust my ass. that is really all he wanted to tell me. way to be a policeman, mr. mcgreevy.

we grabbed lunch at qdoba and headed to the first drum corps show of the day. it was pretty sweet, but the metal bleachers were SO UNCOMFORTABLE. glassmen ended up getting third place and got to perform twice, but we missed the second performance because we got held up while eating at buca di beppo (DAMN good food, though!).

during the second show we were joined by mike, who promptly said, “nice seats, guys … YOU’RE PAST THE FUCKING GOAL LINE!!”

mike is so great. we hung out at the glassmen buses for awhile after the show and i gave mike the valve oil i brought for him. then i was like, “hey i wonder if dave is here…”

“he’s probably over at the phantom buses, go find him,” said mike. so ashley and i went to look for dave and were standing over by the phantom regiment buses looking all confused.

“who are you looking for?” asked some random black guy.

“dave peters?”

“ohhh right over here.”

so we found dave and i gave him a big hug and told him how awesome phantom’s show was (it was! they fucking beat the blue devils for the first time in twelve years). i love dave! i am so happy he’s one of my section leaders next year! i told dave about me doing the series in the car on the way to indy and he said, “of course, it’s kind of hard NOT to!” hahaha. i’m super looking forward to marching band now, but i neeeeeeeeeeed to PRACTICE MORE. matt pagel & jenni morris from my section were there, too … i don’t really know them, but it was like a miniature spartan trumpets reunion, haha.

drama of the day was the cadets beating the cavaliers. the cavaliers’ show is SO MUCH COOLER.

it was so late by the time matt, sam, ashley, and i left. i yakked a great deal the first part of the car ride. actually, matt suddenly interrupted me and said, “kristen, do you realize no one else has said anything for the past fifteen minutes?” i guess i was talking a lot…

we rolled into our hotel in ft. wayne around 3:30am (michigan time). we ended up in a smoking room at the hilton but i was too tired to care. i got really slap happy for about five minutes before passing straight out.

we attempted to go down to the continental breakfast at the hotel this morning (SUNDAY), only to be informed it was going to cost $8/each. FUCK THAT. so we checked out and went to the first taco bell we found off the highway. we also stopped at the lion’s den (ADULT SUPERSTORE) just over the michigan border on the way home. good times. they had some pretty crazy stuff. i maintain that the glittery pink buttplug was pretty cool looking.

overall i had an amazing week/weekend. good times with good friends. i’m so glad school starts up again very soon. i am also realizing that i’ll be somewhat sad to leave the harrison house, no matter how dirty it is.

i am super tired right now but i must study for tomorrow’s french test and complete the entirety of project two for WRA 202.

Tagged as birthdays, debauchery, drum corps, pictures, roadtrips