The biggest problem I have had with film school is that I don't get to write a lot, or for that matter read very much. So please excuse me if my writing seems sub-par.
When I got the text that said: "FYI Gentleman. Some of us are tasting the rainbow this weekend.", I could not help but question how many of those people participating actually knew the true history of Tasting the Rainbow. Well, that is what I am about to relate to you.
The origins of the rainbow date back in 2005 at the start of "The Flock's" freshman year. With no one of legal age to purchase alcohol for us, Tim, Elliot, Ted, and myself were forced to ask upon Will aka "The Shepard" to buy for us. With no idea what we liked we decided to try out everything. We had a "we have gold in our bodies" evening consisting of gold schlager and cider; a rum evening, and a couple other failed experiments. Then one evening, as if receiving a signal from a higher power, we decided as a group to get two flavors of Schmirnoff Vodka; our choice, one citrus and one orange. We never looked back, and for that matter probably generated enough revenue for Firehouse workers to put six kids through college.
The first time the nectar hit our lips we knew we had found something great. Vodka that you could mix with almost anything and it would taste good. So, what to do with our new found discovery? At first we played with the basics like mixing the flavored vodka with soda, juice, etc..then we got creative. Strawberry Sunday toppings fanta with lemonade powder, you name it, we mixed it.
Every weekend not only brought a chance for us to try new flavors, but make new drinks as well. Eventually, our flavored vodka palette seemed to have reached a climax. Over the next three years what began as two bottles a weekend slowly trickled to virtually no bottles. Many of us took a respite from the flavorful sensations we once championed.
Then in true Stadium 110 fashion, an older "Flock" decided to push the limits. As we all sat around our obnoxiously big living room the old gang decided to reminisce about the good old days. I remember Tim saying "Man when we were freshman we used to drink two bottles a weekend". All of a sudden, all our heads seemed to think as one. Why not buy as many flavors as possible and have one last hurrah to the liquor that had once made our nights magical. Thus, the first taste the rainbow was born.
That faithful night as the entire flock and some new members sat around the table in our Zubaz we knew we were about to embark upon a special journey. 20 minutes into the adventure, I, as was in my typical fashion, sneaked away to make room for the other flavors. As the rainbow began to fade, we knew we had to share our adventure with the world. As we "journeyed" from Stadium to the swim town house, the 7 or 8 of us knew we had accomplished more in that hour than most people achieved their whole time in college.
I don't need to go into details about the rest of the evening; mostly because I don't remember much of what happened. What I do know is we made that party better, we made Carleton better, we made Stadium 110 brighter in the constellation of great landmarks on campus, we started what will soon become a grand tradition.
Friday, November 6, 2009
Monday, November 2, 2009
My biggest problem with the real world...or at least DC
When I graduated from college, I assumed my heavy partying days were over. I am happy to admit that I was wrong. However, going out is a completely different experience.
The first time I drank with the graduate students was at Maryland's Oktoberfest. What a day. We got there at around 1pm and left at 8:30pm. It was for sure a day that rivaled Rotblatt...and maybe even spring concert
(That is Nick Gazel and Will Kruesi passed out my freshman year). Upon entering the festival, which takes place on Maryland's fairgrounds near Baltimore, you are given 10 chips. Each chip corresponds to a small beer. Additional chips are a buck apiece. I was for sure expecting a mug that could hold a pint, but I figured I could manage.
The best part about this place was that every beer I drank was way better than PBR and bud light. And they were all about 9%+. There was one beer that was 21%! It was ridiculous. So as the day progressed, everyone got pretty drunk. The live music they had playing was called "The Reagan Years" and they played all the best songs from the 80's. It totally brought me back to freshman year and our endless playing of Journey and Duran Duran. I was happy.
Throughout the day, there were several contests. The first one was the biggest beer belly contest. It was funny, but kind of sad. It wasn't sad because it was encouraging obesity. It was sad because there were really really attractive women dressed up in slutty outfits that had to act like they wanted to sleep with the contestants.
Guess what, that guy is the contest winner. His belly was very round. Other contests they had were the "carry your wife contest" where the winner won his wife's weight in beer and the Miss Oktoberfest contest. Let me expand on the latter. Winning this contest would not be a good thing. Though I suppose it does parallel girls dressing up slutty for halloween. Anyway, the winner was determined by who could eat a German sausage sexiest. WTF. No one managed to deepthroat the sausage, and every woman ended up taking a bite out of it, which of course ruined any chance of me enjoying it. One girl did eat it out of another girls top though. By the way, every time I write "girl" I mean middle aged woman. Overall, the day was awesome.
I realize that I haven't gotten to the bulk of this post, namely, my biggest problem with the real world. The above story had nothing to do with it. My biggest problem is going into DC. I live right by the metro station, so I can easily invite people over to my place, pregame a bit, and then walk to the metro. It takes me about 30 minutes to get into the city. BUT, there is still a big problem with life after college. At Carleton, we loved getting drunk at around 8:30 and going out at 9:30...that is, if the party didn't come to us. I have found that in the real world, you don't really want to be at a bar when people are sober. Thus, I end up arriving in DC at around 11pm and leaving at 3am, which is when the last train leaves DC. I get back to my house at 3:30am. So that's my biggest problem...which isn't all that bad. I definitely like living close to a big city, especially when that city is DC and there are lots of young people. On Halloween, I went to bed at 6am. What a night.
Now that I've mentioned going to the bar, let me give Mark, Alfie, and BK something to which they can look forward. Whenever we went to the bar at Carleton, we went with our friends and only talked to people we knew. Completely different story now. Especially when I go out with my friends from high school who are always ALWAYS looking to get laid. Good for them though, right? When I go out with them, the night isn't fun until they're talking to girls. Which brings me to another point I would like to make about life outside the bubble. Girls outside the bubble don't consider guys that hit on them to be creepy or sketchy. It's so...normal! On occasion, girls try to pick up me and my friends! That part is a little strange. The pick up tends to go like this:
Girl: (bumps into Me) Oops, sorry, did I spill your drink?
Me: Whoa! Oh, no, that was close though.
Girl: I'm Angela and this is my friend Sarah.
Damn they're smooth! I'm still with Liz and all (she is actually coming to see me tomorrow), but I do enjoy the conversation.
Well, there's nothing else I can think to write right now. Life is awesome out here. Everyone should live in DC. Actually I thought of something. A few weeks ago I saw Kevin Nealon and Russell Peters perform live at Maryland. The ticket costs me $5. It was hilarious.
On a musical note, you all should check out Lil' Wayne's newest mixtape "No Ceilings." You can easily download it off the internet. Lil Wayne basically takes the music from rap songs that really suck but have a good beat (like wasted and ice cream paintjob).
Also, I heard a band the other day called M83. Now, I'm sure Ted has already heard of them, but they're pretty good. Definitely no Passion Pit, but still good. I recommend "Kim and Jessie" and "We own the Sky."
The first time I drank with the graduate students was at Maryland's Oktoberfest. What a day. We got there at around 1pm and left at 8:30pm. It was for sure a day that rivaled Rotblatt...and maybe even spring concert
(That is Nick Gazel and Will Kruesi passed out my freshman year). Upon entering the festival, which takes place on Maryland's fairgrounds near Baltimore, you are given 10 chips. Each chip corresponds to a small beer. Additional chips are a buck apiece. I was for sure expecting a mug that could hold a pint, but I figured I could manage.The best part about this place was that every beer I drank was way better than PBR and bud light. And they were all about 9%+. There was one beer that was 21%! It was ridiculous. So as the day progressed, everyone got pretty drunk. The live music they had playing was called "The Reagan Years" and they played all the best songs from the 80's. It totally brought me back to freshman year and our endless playing of Journey and Duran Duran. I was happy.
Throughout the day, there were several contests. The first one was the biggest beer belly contest. It was funny, but kind of sad. It wasn't sad because it was encouraging obesity. It was sad because there were really really attractive women dressed up in slutty outfits that had to act like they wanted to sleep with the contestants.
Guess what, that guy is the contest winner. His belly was very round. Other contests they had were the "carry your wife contest" where the winner won his wife's weight in beer and the Miss Oktoberfest contest. Let me expand on the latter. Winning this contest would not be a good thing. Though I suppose it does parallel girls dressing up slutty for halloween. Anyway, the winner was determined by who could eat a German sausage sexiest. WTF. No one managed to deepthroat the sausage, and every woman ended up taking a bite out of it, which of course ruined any chance of me enjoying it. One girl did eat it out of another girls top though. By the way, every time I write "girl" I mean middle aged woman. Overall, the day was awesome.I realize that I haven't gotten to the bulk of this post, namely, my biggest problem with the real world. The above story had nothing to do with it. My biggest problem is going into DC. I live right by the metro station, so I can easily invite people over to my place, pregame a bit, and then walk to the metro. It takes me about 30 minutes to get into the city. BUT, there is still a big problem with life after college. At Carleton, we loved getting drunk at around 8:30 and going out at 9:30...that is, if the party didn't come to us. I have found that in the real world, you don't really want to be at a bar when people are sober. Thus, I end up arriving in DC at around 11pm and leaving at 3am, which is when the last train leaves DC. I get back to my house at 3:30am. So that's my biggest problem...which isn't all that bad. I definitely like living close to a big city, especially when that city is DC and there are lots of young people. On Halloween, I went to bed at 6am. What a night.
Now that I've mentioned going to the bar, let me give Mark, Alfie, and BK something to which they can look forward. Whenever we went to the bar at Carleton, we went with our friends and only talked to people we knew. Completely different story now. Especially when I go out with my friends from high school who are always ALWAYS looking to get laid. Good for them though, right? When I go out with them, the night isn't fun until they're talking to girls. Which brings me to another point I would like to make about life outside the bubble. Girls outside the bubble don't consider guys that hit on them to be creepy or sketchy. It's so...normal! On occasion, girls try to pick up me and my friends! That part is a little strange. The pick up tends to go like this:
Girl: (bumps into Me) Oops, sorry, did I spill your drink?
Me: Whoa! Oh, no, that was close though.
Girl: I'm Angela and this is my friend Sarah.
Damn they're smooth! I'm still with Liz and all (she is actually coming to see me tomorrow), but I do enjoy the conversation.
Well, there's nothing else I can think to write right now. Life is awesome out here. Everyone should live in DC. Actually I thought of something. A few weeks ago I saw Kevin Nealon and Russell Peters perform live at Maryland. The ticket costs me $5. It was hilarious.
On a musical note, you all should check out Lil' Wayne's newest mixtape "No Ceilings." You can easily download it off the internet. Lil Wayne basically takes the music from rap songs that really suck but have a good beat (like wasted and ice cream paintjob).
Also, I heard a band the other day called M83. Now, I'm sure Ted has already heard of them, but they're pretty good. Definitely no Passion Pit, but still good. I recommend "Kim and Jessie" and "We own the Sky."
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