Ann Arbor, how I miss thee Part II

So I awake Saturday morning at a more reasonable hour in my car. (10:00 lets say) It wasn't a very comfortable sleep, but I couldn't take more drinking that early. There was already people out on their porches drinking, and I knew I was going to look funny to them getting out of my car. Maybe I just have a tendancy to always think that people are looking at me and judging me. But anyways, I go to get out of the car and I quickly realize that you can't get out of a car that you locked with the remote key unless you unlock it with the remote key. So the alarms going off and I struggle to figure out how to make it stop. If anyone wasn't looking at me they were now.

Someone from the nearest porch says something. I don't even know what it was, I don't even know how I responded. I think it was something along the lines. "A man can't even pass out in his own car without getting hassled.

I stopped by BOX for a little while. Same craziness, with less people I recognize. So I headed over to 1019 Church. On the way Andrew calls me and tells me I need to come over, but I'm way ahead of him. Everyone is there. Andrew, Bobby, Betsy, Andy, Kumar, Romo, sisters, parents, I felt back in my element. They had a keg of Oberon, and I didn't need to leave for the wedding until 2, so I had a few. (4) It was good to see everyone again. Hopefully the girls won't mind me coming down a few more times.

Everyone went to the game, and I met back up with Brent and we watched the first half over at Zach's. Also a double Cottage Inn family feast was in play.

Not a bad football Saturday.

Ann Arbor, how I miss thee

I miss Ann Arbor. Sure it's only an hour drive for me, but I miss what it once was. Friends around every corner, 408 Thompson Parties, BOX parties/tailgates, Browning out at the JUG, homecoming at 1019, so many other things come to mind that it makes it hard to recount anything specifically. I just don't think that I've moved on yet.

I went down to Ann Arbor this past weekend, because it was the first home game and Brent was in from Houston for a wedding and I was his driver for the weekend. A few friends in town just like me, but a lot more new faces then ever before. Kinda made me miss the good old times. It was a different experience, but still fun.

Nate and I started the night by buying 4 Mad Dogs, but Brent wasn't content with just that and brought back a Blue & Blue (Blue UV Vodka and Blue Gatorade) I avoid that seeing as how bad I got last time I did it. Nate and I schooled the youngsters in corn-hole, with a flawless 4-0 record. Then we headed for the JUG. We bought a lot of beer, probably more then a pitcher for every person at our table. I played slam cup with this girl a few times. I took it easy on her and then she kicked my ass. I think we called it an early night, and headed back to the BOX house. On the way, someone decided it would be fun if everyone got mohawks. I couldn't partake, because of the wedding the next day. But I enjoyed watching everyone else.

I passed out on the couch soon after that was all done. But the sleep didn't last long. I awoke a few hours later (5:30), still drunk, to the BOX guys blaring Mortal Kombat theme music. That is their alarm clock to wake up and start drinking on game day. Being an old BOX Alumni, I walked over to Arch St. and passed out in my car for a few more hours.

More to come.