You know that feeling when the Red Sox have a big playoff game coming up that night, and it seems like everyone is just looking forward to the first pitch at 8:17 pm? You can tell, there’s just a constant buzz in the air. People go to work and go to class, but really they’re just going through the motions. Well, I was walking around campus today, and it had that exact same feeling. I could tell that people had a little extra hop in their step. It’s only Tuesday, but the excitement and anticipation for MikeandJoshApalooza on Friday is already real high. It’s going to be fire weekend. Although topping last weekend could be a difficult task.
On Saturday, the BC football team played at Wake Forest, so naturally, I told everyone that I was definitely 100% coming to visit and then bailed. It’s kinda my thing. This time around though, I actually did visit Expedia and Orbitz and looked at real-life flights before I decided I had no interest in ever going back there. And honestly, at this point you guys should consider that a win because normally I’m walking to class or playing Bloons Tower Defense when I text Mitch: “Looking at flights as we speak. Be there in 3 weeks. I’m serious this time.”
And to really kick you when you’re down, not only did I not go to Wake last weekend, but I decided to go to the exact opposite of Wake Forest. That’s right. Road trip to UVM with D-Robb.
To say my expectations of UVM were met would be like saying I get a little nervous every time Barstool posts a UMass video with a bunch of girls dancing with El Pres. Because my heart skips about 14 beats every time that happens. But in all seriousness, Jesse’s house was everything I imagined it would be and more. As an avid Farmville player, I was pretty pumped for the Chicken Coop in the backyard (obviously one of the chickens laid an egg the night before, which Jesse casually collected and brought to his neighbor as a nice gesture). There were also dogs and guinea pigs running around everywhere. Basically just a barn of a house.
I hit the nail on the head wearing my plaid button-down shirt that day. Fit right in with everybody. But one move that did not go over so well: walking in to a pregame with a FourLoko in my hand. “Oh my god! You actually DRINK those things! Let me try a little! Argghh that’s gross! My heart’s gonna explode!!!!” Relax people. It’s sugar and alcohol mixed together. And you had half-a-sip. You’ll live. The best part, though, was when I told people that I went to BC, and then suddenly it all made sense to them. “Oh yeah, my friend goes to BC. I think she drinks those, too.” Listen, she drinks those because she goes to college, not because she goes to BC. Sorry for partying.
Something else I couldn’t wrap my head around: everyone bikes to the parties. Like, everyone. When we went to this pregame, Jesse forced us to bike even though it was 25 degrees outside and I was protesting vehemently against it. Anyone who really knows me knows that I’m a terrible bike rider. I will always maintain that I am a better pound-for-pound athlete than Lebron. That's just a fact. But when it comes to biking, I’m just the worst. I can’t even get on the bike to start with, I don’t know how to change gears, and I can never figure out if I should be sitting on the seat or doing that standing thing. It’s a miserable experience. And if it weren’t for Halo and Call of Duty, I would say it’s the thing I’m worst at in this world.
Fortunately, by the time we got back to Jesse’s for the official party, things started popping off. The real highlight of the night was when DJ Dangerous Dave started killing it on the 1’s and 2’s. As you can imagine, there were a lot of freshman there because Jesse is a nice guy and doesn’t know how to say no. Everyone’s having an average time until Jesse asks Dave to start playing his iPod. And as soon as he does, the place goes bonkers. Just one jam after another. Beating up the beat, then slowing it down, then beating it up again. He nailed every single song. At one point, in typical Newton North fashion, Dave went back-to-back with Call on Me and Don’t Stop Believing. Must have been at least a 75% hook up rate on the dance floor during those songs.
Dave was working it so hard, there were at least 4 girls that came up to him and asked him to dance. He had to politely turn them down, but was considerate enough to point them in my direction. Unfortunately, every single one of them walked in the complete opposite direction of where I was standing. I really tried to talk to myself into the idea that this didn't happen on 4 separate occasions, but there's really no getting past it. I guess that’s the way the cookie crumbles sometimes. But honestly, I wasn’t even that upset because two of them were wearing the Short Uggs, which have been an absolute deal-breaker for me lately. Like, what could possibly motivate you to get the short ones? Go big or go home ladies.
P.S. Memo to everyone going to Barre for New Year’s: Unless there's some sort of miracle where DJ Desert Storm volunteers his services for the night, Dave is making a playlist and we’re just letting it go. That’s it. Apologies to Hyatt and Calvin, but you guys are being ex-communicated from DJ-ing. It’s called a party, guys. We don’t need Calvin playing an acoustic version of Lupe and Common singing “Buffalo Soldier” in Talib’s basement while Lauryn Hill was upstairs watching Casablanca. It’s rare. We get it. And Sam, we don’t need you to counter that with a song that Lil Wayne won’t even write until 2014, but you’ve somehow managed to already get on your iPod. You like Weezy. Welcome aboard. Save these battles for another time. Let’s play some club bangers that people actually know, and hope we can get Seth to voluntarily start dancing after we kidnap him for the evening.
