This is my weekend log, involving a long and treacherous journey across the entire width of the great
mitten-shaped state as well as various other amazing adventures. The story begins on this past
Friday morning…
I woke up to the sound of my mother’s voice screaming at the top of her lungs. Well, actually she was barely speaking audibly, but to my unconscious and highly paranoid mind, it was a shriek of impeding death and destruction. I leaped out of bed, my heart in my throat, and stared around my dawn-lit room, empty of any dangerous creatures which might have cared to kill me on the spot. What a lovely way to start the day.
I got up, packed, showered, ate, and filled my car with homework and clothing to last the weekend. I left a note for my parents, who had left some couple of hours ago for work, saying I had remembered my pills and cell phone. Then I was on my way.
I first stopped at Citgo to fill up. I only needed five gallons or less, but I hate stopping in strange cities to get gas and avoid the probability at any cost. Was on 94 heading east in no time, and soon arrived in Albion in search of the elusive Pamathan. I found her dorm building after only turning around once, and called her room from the circle drive out front. She brought her stuff down to the car and we were once again on the road. By this time, it was only noon.
We sped along to Ann Arbor at the speed of light, at least. Unfortunately, the plethora of trucks forced us to continue past our darling exit 175 and get off at the next available one. We ended up on the wrong side of the city, but after driving down every street, we managed to find South Main and, from there, Aaron and Nick’s apartment.
By then, it was a little past one in the afternoon. We had made excellent time to Ann Arbor from Albion, but had spent a half hour or so wandering the streets looking for landmarks. Nick pointed us in the direction of a rare open parking spot on the street in front of their building. I even got to run over a bright yellow trash can lid.
We got settled in comfortably, and then most of us fell asleep. When I woke up, Nick’s parents and two siblings had arrived and were being entertained downstairs. We all went out to dinner at the famous Chi-Chi’s restaurant, having endless trays of Mexican food brought to out table until Nick finally threw a fajita at the window. After attempting to steal the tortilla holder pan type bowl thing, we made a hasty retreat.
That night, Aaron had to go to band practice while Nick and Pam took off for swing dancing lessons. This left me alone with copious amounts of homework and the remote control. You can guess which one called for my attention first.
Joey, Nick and Aaron’s Jewish roommate who is also brother to one of my best friends, came home shortly after I had given up reading about the history of the streets in Paris. While he ate a sandwich (after offering me one), I attempted to play his mini-travel guitar after removing it from the backpack it came with. We talked about things, mostly school and Adam (Joey’s younger brother). Soon Ross, a friend of Joey’s, came over. The tv was turned on once again, and we watched the beginning of Predator. Joey kept insisting Ross was gay due to his obvious admiration of Arnold’s muscles. There was another extremely buff guy in the movie who’s abs were being admired, but I cannot recall his name.
Aaron arrived home around 9:30. We went out in search of Mario Party, but returned home around two a.m. empty-handed. Everyone else (Pam and Nick, Joey and his girlfriend Nora, who had arrived around one in the morning) seemed to have gone to bed. Aaron and I watched Arlington Road before falling asleep ourselves.
Slept for most of the day on Saturday. The four of us went shopping at Meijers around 2:30, renewed the search for Mario Party, and returned home victorious. We played a couple games, then everyone fell asleep until dinner time. I had ice cream, Aaron cooked tater tots, and Nick and Pam made pasta. We then watched Deuce Bigalow, played another game of Mario Party, and called it quits. Aaron and I stayed up until almost five in the morning, talking and sitting and watching Comedy Central.
Sunday was spent driving home behind a bitch in a blue minivan. Pam and I managed to make fun of her nonstop for almost an hour. It was great entertainment, even though the woman who was our conversation topic was endangering lives with her driving skills (or lack thereof). We lost her somewhere past Lansing.
I dropped Pam off in Grand Rapids and somehow ended up in Borculo going west on M-45 instead of a more reasonable route. I made it back to Holland nonetheless, and just in time for spaghetti.