Mmm. Weekend. Crazy Awesome, yet crazy busy.
Lots of time spent on homework and stuff, except Saturday night. Which was awesome. This weekend was MICE, which stands for Men Initiate Creative Entertainment, which basically translates out to Find Girls and Take Them on Dates. Which is what we did.
We had a humongoreous group of nine guys and nine girls (that would be 18 total for you math impaired), packed into a giant van and Andrew’s car. I was driving Andrew’s car (he drove the van), and, I’m not gonna lie, our car rocked. We listened to Andrew’s music, which included Pump It by the Black Eyed Peas, the Hilary Duff Techno Remix, and various Disney Movie Soundtrack songs. Allllllllright.
So first we went ice-skating, which was bundles of fun. Andrew started a game of tag, and before long we were skating all over the place tagging and dodging and falling down and generally having an all-around good time.
After that we all went down to Dixon Street (a.k.a. University of Arkansas’ party central) and ate at a place called Qdoba – a burrito place kinda like Chipotle. Good stuff. Then we walked down to a salsa dancing club. We discover that it costs a bit more than we thought to get in, meaning that the tab was going to start getting up there for we guys. Plus, they weren’t really playing salsa music. The bouncer was a lady that was about as wide as she was tall, and she was wearing tiger stripe clothes, had a cigarette hanging out of her mouth and a bud light in one hand. And…she was totally wasted. Anyway, I was outside talking with a couple ladies (working my magic, you know) and Andrew and others were inside trying to get us in for free. The bouncer lady said that if she was provided with a tall dark handsome guy to dance with for the rest of the night she’d let us all in.
Before I have a clue of what’s going on, people are shouting my name and I’m shoved in the door face to face with Mrs. Not-So-Good-Breath and she’s shouting “Alright!” and has a big grin on her face. Eventually, however, we decide this is not such a good idea (drunk people, me scared out of my mind by big scary lady, cost, non-salsa music, etc.) so we ditched the place and decided to head back to campus. We had been rotating people through the cars, so we had to choose a new group for the “Emo-mobile”, as we were calling it. When we asked who wanted to come all the girls started shouting and screaming and begging to come in our car. It was pretty much the happiest moment of my life. On the way back one of the girls made a comment about how it was so cool that we could be totally sober and still have an awesome time – and to that I say rock on. Cool indeed.
Anyway, most of the group went over to the Walker lounge and we watched Anchorman – which was hilarious, even though I’d seen it multiple times before. Finally hopped into bed at about 4:00 in the morning (although it was actually 3:00 with the time change).
Oy, fun stuff. Ok…gotta stop now, this is getting really long. Also, new favorite song? Dragostea Din Tei by the Romanian band O-zone. You can watch a fat american guy sing it by clicking here.
Hey bud the place’s name is Qdoba