I woke up this
morning wanting to write. Yesterday morning I woke up wanting to go skinny
dipping. Today’s yearning is both simpler and less unusual. So what the eeck,
might as well write. This weekend was sublime. I started off the weekend with
the usual Friday night trip to Vancouver with the crew. The sun was out, the
air was brisk, and people just wanted to chat. It was beautiful. We got back to
campus just in time to head to Adrenaline Rush. Adrenaline rush is a trinity tradition
based on wearing as many glow sticks as possible and dancing like we’re even
whiter than we are… but there are black lights so if you wear white you can
feel like you’re not white. Surprisingly, this actually gave us an adrenaline
rush, so I found myself sitting in my dorm at midnight with two other lovely
ladies trying to think of something to do… as usual, this resulted in half an
hour of texting followed by the (somewhat sad) realization that we don’t need
anyone else to have a good time. An hour later I was sitting in a parking lot
with said ladies eating timbits, sipping hot drinks, talking about boys and
reminiscing about summer jobs, trips to France, and small town life. What a
lovely night.
Saturday morning I woke up late with the
sun in my eyes. That’s right, two sunny days in a row in the lower mainland!
This is a true sign of spring. After lounging in bed for a couple hours my
roommate and I rolled out of bed and headed to the play (Emma)… it was extra
special because I won tickets to it so it was free (no, I am not cultured
enough to pay to see a play based on a mediocre Jane Austen novel). Anyway, we
left at the intermission. It was way too beautiful to spend the anymore time
inside, no matter how good of a performance it was. My roommate and I wandered
campus for a while and then sat down in the middle of an empty parking lot to
talk and enjoy the sun. A few people wondered past and joined us, we listened
to some music (modern technology is great) and we napped. When the parking lot
finally got too uncomfortable we returned to our dorm for some much needed
homework time. Was the day over? Nope. Just as we were about to go to bed, we
decided instead to bundle up and walk to the overpass. There we sat, watching
trucks zoom past underneath us and singing at the top of our lungs. The day
ended with hot chocolate and good conversation with one of the coolest people
I’ve ever known.
Sunday. Where to start? Once again, I slept
in… what can I say? It’s a bad habit that’s hard to break. Around 11:00 I woke
up thinking it was a cloudy day. An hour later I skyped my sister, her fiancé,
my mom, and my dad… in the hallway… once you learn to ignore the weird looks
from people walking past it’s a great spot! The rest of the afternoon was
pretty average… and by that, I just mean that I can’t remember what happened
for the life of me (that probably means the afternoon consisted of watching
people in my dorm play Tetris, attempt to use the microwave, and sing). In the
evening, Allison wandered into my room and we had a pretty intense rap battle
about Prince Harry. That’s right, we can both rap, and we’re both super
talented. We eventually decided that for the sake of humankind we should hide
our talents. This resulted in us leaving the safe confines of our dorm to go on
a walk, but it was cold, so we visited Allison’s sister who requested that we
go scavenging for some daffodil bulbs that she could plant in her apartment. On
the way, we ran into a friend who had just thrown her keys on the roof of one
of the buildings. We used our joint knowledge to help her get onto the roof and
then watched as she crept along the entire length of the building while trying
to look as creepy as possible. The evening, and the weekend, ended with some craft time (aka
Allison making a chain of paper airplanes), tetris, and a loud rendition of
Christmas Unicorn.
What a great weekend.
