We partied like freaking rock stars

This past weekend was homecoming here at Luther. This includes all of our friends that graduated away coming back and visiting for the weekend. In the case of the returning and ever famous 6th North cluster, this meant partying like rock stars. After classes were done friday, Autumn and I threw in a movie to pass the time before they got here, with frequent trips to the window every time a car pulled up to check if it was them. After about 2/3 of the movie, they all got here, and with them was a smorgasboard of booze. Our friend Chris has an apartment downtown and said we could utilize his facilities to catch up on old times. I'm sure we did a lot of catching up, but I don't think many of us remember much of it at all. It was a lot of fun. This year, Luther put some money into having a fireworks display once the sun went down, and according to PanamaJack, I was "ooh"ing like a 3 year old who's never seen them before. I just take pride in the simple things in life. The rest of the night is a mildly drunken haze, with a slight miscommunication, but things ended up really well.
Saturday morning I woke up at 9:45, and get this, it was without a hangover. Apparently my method of drinking fast and furiously early in the night allowed me to remain drunk through the evening, but let me get over the hangover part pretty much right as I was going to bed at 2:30am. Around noonish, the guys were all getting together for a grill out in front of Farwell, and since in my now 5 homecomings here at Luther, I've never been to a single football game, I figured I'd go and hang out there. The girls were supposed to call me when they were done with the football game; they never did. I ended up spending the rest of the day with the guys, some of us went out to dinner and I discovered that I really don't like crab cakes. I thought they'd be like crab rangoon, with cream cheese on 'em or something. They were more like breaded fish that got dropped on the floor at Roscoes a couple of times. Anyway, a few of us went to the Flamingo Ball. My only reason for going was to get to wear my red satin dress again, and we ended up staying for about 1/2 hour before we couldn't take the crappy funk music anymore.

Insert rock star party number two here.
There are some parts I don't remember, so I'll say in a nutshell it was a damn good time. There were a couple of girls there that nobody really knew that well, and they were being really really annoying. One of them was acting like a hoochie to the point where she was pole-dancing/humping PanamaJack's doorframe for attention. Everyone came outta that party complaining about their dumbness. I'll admit, towards the very end of the night I was getting incoherent enough to the point where I was starting to make an ass outta myself, but at least I knew the people at the party well enough where it's not as awkward as tweetledum and tweetledipshit were.
Yesterday ended up being recovery day, which included a much needed egg breakfast at a small diner in town called Family Table. Nothing much interesting after that, and I'm still a bit wiped out today from all the festivities, so I'm gonna take a nap. Autumn and I are running up to LaCrosse later to pick up some of her winter clothes now that things are getting colder, so that will be a nice little "reset button" getaway to put us back to normal so we can function for the rest of the week. 4 days 'til TJ's here :o)