SPRINGFESTivities

So this past week I participated in some U of I Springfield activity called Springfest. I was pleasantly surprised. Throughout the week, I engaged myself in stimulating activities like - "Scavenger Hunt", "Impromptu Skit", "Team Flag", and "Gay Dance that Reminds Me of Gay Prom Back at my Gay High School". In all honesty, the dance was the most entertaining. It was part of the Springfest activities; in order to get points, teams had to show up wearing black and white. Of course, being stuck in a Napoleon Dynamite-esque time warp, everyone wore suits / gowns (except for me and two friends who sported warm-ups and tees). It had everything that my high school dances had. They served appetizers like "Fat guy who thinks he's cool because he's wearing sunglasses and has his cell phone clipped to his belt", "Shoeless weird guy wearing wild hawaiian colors", and "Overweight girl with the need to dance like Bill Cosby in a Jell-O commercial". I pointed, laughed, and left.

Saturday was the kicker for me. It was a full day of athletic activites ranging from kickball to relay races. Here's the highlights:

RELAY RACE: canoeing/tricycle riding/wall climbing. I did the wall climbing part. My team came in 2nd with a time of 3 mins 20 secs. There was a 30 min time limit whch some teams did not make. I don't really get why.

KICKBALL: we won by forfeit. It was replaced with a water balloon / watergun fight with my teamates. Fun stuff.

ULTIMATE FRISBEE: we also won this by forfeit. Lame factor accelerates my angry adrenaline, just in time for . . .

FLAG FOOTBALL: this kicked ass. We played a team with three basketball players on it. I was guarded by the smallest bball player on he UIS team (who is also the fastest...and black...explaining the speed). I burnt him on several occasions, scoring a touchdown and converting a two point try. On D, I guarded another bball player. Had one interception and two passes defended. Fun stuff. We won by 2 points.

TUG OF WAR: we got our asses handed to us because we only had 8 poeple instead of the maximum 10. Mud pit for the losers...i painted my face like an Indian.

OVERALL: My team came in 3rd out of 18 teams. We were given medals, and a 150$ gift certificate redeemable at the restaurant of our choice. Excellent.

Post Party: Annihilation. It was by far the onnly real party I've experienced here. The cops were called. I killed Captain Morgan and Southern Comfort while beating up a girl.

All in a week's work...then came...

CUBS V. CARDS!!!!! New Busch Stadium kicked ass. Our seats were just above the right field bleachers on one of the party patios called "Homer's Landing." All you can drink Bud/Bud Light through the 8th, hot dogs, brats, nachos, all included. Cubs won . . . my liver lost. What a week.