Hi everyone!
I have a funny story to tell you; and yes, this may totally be a story that’s only funny to me, but I’m telling it anyways. 🙂 So here goes nothing…
Once upon a time,
I promise I haven’t faded away into the anonymous silence of the internet! The past week has been spent trying to get situated in my new classes at school. Unfortunately, now that I’m a Senior in college, I don’t get to relish in the joys of ‘syllabus week’, a week known to most of us essentially as a throw away week, where professors hand out the syllabus, go over the main points, talk about the general format of their class for the semester, and you’re excused 15 minutes after the class technically started. It’s a beautiful thing… really! Unfortunately, and thing was something I was introduced to last year, once you get up into your major where you’re expected to have a basic and general, maybe even advanced, knowledge of the subject at hand, and thus, you get mounds of homework on the first day. Not only that, but lucky me, I had to take a math quiz (yuck!) on the first day. And this is why my best friend and I came home the first week of classes, looked at each other, and decided that we needed to throw an apartment-warming party to break in the new place!
I haven’t really introduced my roommates just yet, so here a quick introduction goes: My best friend, Lacey, shares a jack-and-jill bathroom with me, then we have two other roommates who we just met and absolutely adore! The first is McKenzi. She’s starting her master’s degree in a couple of days in Kinesiology and works as an athletic trainer. The second is Isabelle. Isabelle is a Freshman at the technical college here in Madison until she decides what she wants to major in. Both of our roommates fit Lacey and my personality so well! We are all insanely sarcastic and like to have fun, be goofy and joke around outside of our time dedicated to school and work.
Needless to say, they were absolutely on board with having a party at our new apartment. Lacey and I were a bit worried about corrupting our new Freshman roommate, but she told us about her older siblings who had already done the honors, so we could take a deep breath and relax. We set about to planning our party and inviting our friends. Lacey started looking up drink recipes fit for a party, which essentially turned into a glorified version of wop, referred to as ‘trash can punch’. This ended up being a $100 trip to the liquor store, which we justified in our own little way that still doesn’t really make sense to me. When we got home, Isabelle brought out her rubbermaid storage container, which we used to store our wop. Lacey set about getting all of the juices and alcohols prepared and added to the container, all of which ended up being delicious, by the way.
The night continued on and certain friends who agreed to coming made other plans with their significant others, which ended in a very cranky me, but then the friends that showed up recruited some of their friends, and the party grew. (The reason why I was cranky was not because they made other plans, but because we spent $100 on liquor + $20 in juice, which equated to 8 gallons of wop and there was not enough people at our party to drink it.) The party grew and everyone was having fun. I made new friends (yay!)
The funny part came in when our roommate Mckenzi came home from work, dropped a 6-pack of beer on our counter, went and changed her clothes, then came back into the kitchen and exclaimed that she needed to drink, STAT! She started eating all of the fruit that had been marinating in our wop, which for those of you who have experience with this, gets you extraordinarily drunk extraordinarily fast, and that’s exactly what happened. Well, not only is she hilarious when she’s sober, but now I know that she’s even more entertaining under the influence.
One of my friends at the party had came in and put 7 of the straws together, and then taped each segment and used that to drink directly out of the rubbermaid container of wop, which McKenzi sat there chugging on, but kept complaining about how nothing was coming through her straw. I started laughing hysterically, because the other end of the straw was pointing out the top of the liquid and she didn’t realize it for a solid 10 minutes. Later on, she decided to order a pizza from the pizza shop that is on the first floor of our apartment building. However, when she decided to order this pizza, she shouted through the apartment to everyone there, “If I order this pizza, will someone go downstairs and get it for me? I don’t wanna move!” Now, this was funny on its own, but then, she watched the progress of her pizza online, where they have a little timeline indicating which stage your pizza is in. At one point in her watching this timeline, she jumped up super excited and exclaimed, “Guys! They’re making our pizza… right now… in our basement!” The reason why this is funny is because we don’t have a basement, we’re on the second floor of our apartment building, and if you go down the stairs right outside of our door one floor, the pizza place is right there.
Finally, when the pizza was ready, she hopped up and summoned all of us to go and grab the pizza with her. We started walking out and she stopped, turned and looked at us and said, “Wait, guys. I have to grab my shoes.” At this point, she was completely barefoot, so we all agreed that it was probably a wise idea. After quite a few minutes, she finally emerged from her bedroom and when I looked down at her feet, she was wearing only a thin pair of socks. I laughed, didn’t say anything, and continued out the door with the rest of the group.
I’m not really sure what happened after that, but I do know that they ended up providing her service, despite the sign ‘No shirt, no shoes, no service.’
And this is the night that I realized my roommate was hilarious.
The end.
-B.
Whole-Brained Happiness 