Over the weekend, I witnessed many things. I don’t know what it is about the first weekend of the term, but I feel like everyone runs around like chickens with their heads cut off and I like it. Hormones, alcohol and emotions are flowing high and everyone gets a little excited. When I say little I mean over the top rage ‘til it’s dawn excited. This first weekend of winter term I witnessed a plethora of Friday night shenanigans, hangover remedies and snow, believe it or not.
Oh, Katy Perry. You certainly gave “Friday Night” a new meaning. Friday night I found myself at a party with a bunch of people I didn’t know – which is my favorite kind of party to go to. You can people-watch all night long and usually get a comedy show out of the deal. Unfortunately, I became part of the act.
My favorite part of the night was watching a nice young woman walk down the side walk then proceed to slap her body against it. Here’s how it went down: girl does the drunk walk, girl starts laughing hysterically, girl crosses one leg in front of the other, girl falls to the ground with nothing to break her fall but her rib cage, and girl lies in fetal position for a while. There is nothing more classic than the face plant sidewalk motion.
Another favorite part of my night was with the awesome folks at Safe Ride. We were about 6 blocks from home and after a few drinks were definitely not in the mood to walk home in 32-degree weather. My roommate spotted the Safe Ride van and headed to the window. After being told she needed to call in for an appointment my roommate was somehow able to score us a few spots in the van.
Since we were the first group in the van we were told that we were waiting for two girls to come out. Then it happened: the drunken college kid zombie apocalypse. All of the sudden all sorts of people started doing the same walk to the van. Three girls in dresses said, “Hey! Don’t you guys give us rides when it’s cold and we’re drunk?”
“No,” said the Safe Ride guy. “You’ve got to make an appointment.”
Then the girls start to climb into the car and tell the guy to take them to Barnhart (freshmen).
After waiting what seemed like 30 minutes for the original girls with an appointment to get into the van, we had a van completely full of drunk people. I’m also 99 percent sure that everyone in the van can recite my address given the amount of times I thought it was necessary for the driver to hear it. However, he did get my very best Eddie Vedder impression as a payment for the ride.
Friday night is all fun and games until Saturday morning rolls around; cue headache, stomachache, and irritability. I’ve got three words for you: Excedrin Migraine, Brail’s and Lifetime. Okay, so maybe that’s four words.
I think Excedrin Migraine should be renamed the “Hangover Pill.” It’s sort of like magic; one minute you’re rubbing your temples and the next minute you’re laughing with your friend about the girl who ate shit on the pavement last night. It’s wonderful, and no, I’m not getting paid to endorse this.
Brail’s is quite possibly my favorite restaurant in Eugene. Breakfast foods are basically like crack to me, besides Papa John’s Pizza, and I’ll do whatever it takes to get my hands on some hash browns. This weekend I inhaled two pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream, scrambled eggs and wonderfully prepared hash browns. Then took a nap. First world problems, right? Eat a big meal, and then become so tired you have to take a nap.
Saturday afternoons are good for one thing only: Lifetime Original Movies. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a girl or the fact that I love overly dramatic arguments with mediocre acting, but I love Lifetime.
My roommates and I spent a majority of the day watching these awesome movies. One was about a ring of high school hookers and ended in guns and hostages. Uh, hello? This is brilliantly written television, people! I encourage you to shut off your brain and soak in all of the crap that is Lifetime. Again, this is not an endorsement.
Out of all the weekend activities I have got to say that my favorite was seeing a little bit of snowfall here in Eugene. Although, I did pull a total Oregonian move and mildly panic when I was at work Sunday afternoon and got a little nervous about driving home. I even had a plan to get my car home before it started snowing and to have my roommate come pick me up after. Low and behold, Betty (my 1995 Nissan Maxima: luxury car of the year) made the one-mile drive home with ease.
I hope that you got some of your first weekend jitters and excitement out of the way so you can mentally prepare for the gloom that is winter term. It’s a cold, dark, and long ride; but we’ll make it together.
Have a happy week and we’ll see what happens over the weekend.