The Ginger's Spring Weekend Recap

I write this article from my bed, where I have been laying, immobile, for the past two and a half hours (although a brief interruption became necessary due to the potent smell of beer on my denim shirt, thus necessitating a shower). Spring weekend has done its job on this ginger, my friends. In the spirit of self-reflection, I have decided to compile a collection of my thoughts throughout the weekend.  Well, here we go:

What day is it? Oh, it’s Wednesday. That means it’s necessary to drink! WEEEE!

Shots of tequila at Whisk Fish co are only 5 bucks. Hey bar mistress, GIMME LIKE 6!

Wait, you mean classes are still happening this week? Weird. 

Wow, that male pole dancer is so limber. 

Thrusday. I got into the Salted Lime, NBD.

Wait, those white couches in this extravagant club are so appealing. I will bounce on them. 

Seeing people from class as belligerent as I am is like seeing the light. 

BROOOOOOOOOO(wn)

Hey it’s Friday. Hey it’s 4/20. Hey body, sorry not sorry. 

Yo bro, it’s too cold for a bro tank. Bro. 

There’s a moon bounce at the rugby house!? 

Hey, where did I get this water balloon guys? 

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

It’s 7:30? I slept through the beginning act? Eh, I’m gonna stay here and nurse this Bloody Mary, sorry Childish. 

Hello, you have reached MK’s mind. She is unable to be accessed right now, please leave a message, although she will not remember it. 

Saturday. “MK, you passed out at 11:30 last night. Yea, you also were on the phone with your mom, telling her that you were going to bed.”  – Fellow Hot Mess

How did I get to the football house? I seem to have missed the memo that no clothes are allowed. 

Yo Cam’ron, can you just go ahead and play that one song that I know?

CALL ME MAYBE UNITES ALL PEOPLE. 

Glitch Mob has nice drumming skills. 

Oooof my killer dance moves really make my body hurt. 

GLITCH MOB. IN DAH BACKYARD. I’M FIST PUMPING SHAMELESSLY. 

Ginger Down.

My best friend is the best because she makes me matzo ball soup when I’m really weird at 2 am.  Matzo ball soup is delicious, and now I wish I were Jewish. 

Sunday. Good morning, oh hey, good thing I took off my shoes before I ptfoed. Not. 

Powerade, pleasure me. 

HAPPY BINDER DAY, MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR!

It’s raining and I don’t care. Hey, pass me that Natty. Thanks random lax bro. 

Dave Binder, you are my one and only. 

Head, shoulders, knees and toes. KNEES N TOES!

I AM UPON THE SHOULDERS OF A FELLOW GINGER. SUPER GINGER BUILT.

Ratty, ratty, ratty. You know better than to forget to refill the ketchup dispenser before drunken college students attack you post Binder. 

Wait, it’s over? ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Now that we face the real life ahead of us, let’s just reflect upon this one revelation I had while raging on above a crowd on Charlesfield amongst Glitch Mob and so many others: We are young, and we are living the dream. And thus, Spring Weekend 2012, I bid you adieu. It’s been beyond real.