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Apparently, I am terribly old. Or something. My body is not very happy with me today. It has decided independently from brain that we are too old to be pretending to be a college kid anymore.
Body has not caught on that when it comes to Reunions, it doesn't actually get a vote.
For the non-Princetonians who haven't caught on yet, Princeton Reunions is a Big Deal. Huge numbers of people come back, massive quantities of alcohol are consuming, very little sleep is gotten. It's a blast.
I actually took work off on Friday so I could get down on Thursday night and hit the band party. Ended up stumbling to the dorm I was staying at around 3:30 or so. I'd had a couple rum and Cokes, along with a couple other things. I had paid attention to the amount of rum. What I didn't pay attention to was the amount of Coke. I don't drink much caffeine. 3:30am, I'm lying there totally exhausted, having gotten up before 7 and worked a full day and then gone to a long party, and I can't. Fall. Asleep. Finally managed to sleep, woke up at 5 because I was cold. Six because the sun came up. Seven because my body thought I was supposed to be going to work. Eight. Nine. At 10am, I gave up and got dressed. Or rather, tried to and discovered I'd forgotten my pants. (I wore a skirt down, but had intended to bring black pants to play with the band.)
I decided to hit Nassau Street and see if I could buy pants. After some frantic shopping, I came to the decision that I was not willing to give J. Crew $80 for emergency pants. Fortunately, the head manager and drum major were sufficiently exhuasted and hung over to say "screw it" and let me play in a skirt and flip-flops. So I did the mimi-P-rade with the band. I'm really impressed how much of the muscle memory is left - I can still play "Going Back" and most of "Cannon" by memory. I couldn't write out the part if you held a gun to my head. But my fingers remember. What is gone are the calluses at the base of my left forefinger and the side of the pad of my right thumb. I think I managed to bruise the tissue under the skin. Oops. Also, my shoulder is no longer used to supporting a flip folder on my left elbow anymore. But it was really fun to play with the band again, and I didn't suck nearly as bad as I expected to.
I caught up with some professors. I had a lovely dinner at a seafood restaurant on Nassau I'd never been to. I went to my a cappella group's arch sing and discovered I'd blown my voice the night before and couldn't belt to save my life.
The rain actually held off on Saturday until after the band concert, so we were saved the sight of the drum major getting fried by lightning hitting the sound system. But when it started - yeesh. We got trapped under a tent for awhile. Cleared up in time for the P-rade, at least. And stayed away for the fireworks. (ALthough a little rain when the still burning ember fell on my group might have been helpful. We had to beat it out before it melted the tablecloth we were sitting on.)
Yesterday morning, I woke up again at 6. Wanted to get up at 9, so I went back to sleep. Woke back up later, checked my watch, got up. Dressed, walked down to the Dinky station, checked the schedule. Decided to catch the 10:06. Had time, so I got some breakfast at the Wa, got back to the station as the Dinky pulled in. Got to Princeton Junction, got on the train, pulled out my cell phone to let Chuckro know I'd gotten on the train. Cell phone says it's 8:16. Somehow, I'd looked at my watch and had been semi-concious enough to read "7:15" as "9:15". I was on the 8:06 train, not the 10:06 train. Oops.
So great time was had by all. And by all, I don't include my calves, or my neck, or my shoulders, or parts of my back, or a couple patches on my fingers. But everyone else had fun.
Body has not caught on that when it comes to Reunions, it doesn't actually get a vote.
For the non-Princetonians who haven't caught on yet, Princeton Reunions is a Big Deal. Huge numbers of people come back, massive quantities of alcohol are consuming, very little sleep is gotten. It's a blast.
I actually took work off on Friday so I could get down on Thursday night and hit the band party. Ended up stumbling to the dorm I was staying at around 3:30 or so. I'd had a couple rum and Cokes, along with a couple other things. I had paid attention to the amount of rum. What I didn't pay attention to was the amount of Coke. I don't drink much caffeine. 3:30am, I'm lying there totally exhausted, having gotten up before 7 and worked a full day and then gone to a long party, and I can't. Fall. Asleep. Finally managed to sleep, woke up at 5 because I was cold. Six because the sun came up. Seven because my body thought I was supposed to be going to work. Eight. Nine. At 10am, I gave up and got dressed. Or rather, tried to and discovered I'd forgotten my pants. (I wore a skirt down, but had intended to bring black pants to play with the band.)
I decided to hit Nassau Street and see if I could buy pants. After some frantic shopping, I came to the decision that I was not willing to give J. Crew $80 for emergency pants. Fortunately, the head manager and drum major were sufficiently exhuasted and hung over to say "screw it" and let me play in a skirt and flip-flops. So I did the mimi-P-rade with the band. I'm really impressed how much of the muscle memory is left - I can still play "Going Back" and most of "Cannon" by memory. I couldn't write out the part if you held a gun to my head. But my fingers remember. What is gone are the calluses at the base of my left forefinger and the side of the pad of my right thumb. I think I managed to bruise the tissue under the skin. Oops. Also, my shoulder is no longer used to supporting a flip folder on my left elbow anymore. But it was really fun to play with the band again, and I didn't suck nearly as bad as I expected to.
I caught up with some professors. I had a lovely dinner at a seafood restaurant on Nassau I'd never been to. I went to my a cappella group's arch sing and discovered I'd blown my voice the night before and couldn't belt to save my life.
The rain actually held off on Saturday until after the band concert, so we were saved the sight of the drum major getting fried by lightning hitting the sound system. But when it started - yeesh. We got trapped under a tent for awhile. Cleared up in time for the P-rade, at least. And stayed away for the fireworks. (ALthough a little rain when the still burning ember fell on my group might have been helpful. We had to beat it out before it melted the tablecloth we were sitting on.)
Yesterday morning, I woke up again at 6. Wanted to get up at 9, so I went back to sleep. Woke back up later, checked my watch, got up. Dressed, walked down to the Dinky station, checked the schedule. Decided to catch the 10:06. Had time, so I got some breakfast at the Wa, got back to the station as the Dinky pulled in. Got to Princeton Junction, got on the train, pulled out my cell phone to let Chuckro know I'd gotten on the train. Cell phone says it's 8:16. Somehow, I'd looked at my watch and had been semi-concious enough to read "7:15" as "9:15". I was on the 8:06 train, not the 10:06 train. Oops.
So great time was had by all. And by all, I don't include my calves, or my neck, or my shoulders, or parts of my back, or a couple patches on my fingers. But everyone else had fun.
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Date: 2008-06-02 05:02 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2008-06-02 05:18 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2008-06-02 05:19 pm (UTC)From:That's how you know you're reliving the college experience--when you get that weird time-warping, no idea what my sleep cycle is anymore feeling.
My shoulders have been killing me for three days. They are not used to caring a heavy purse for eight hours straight. Does not help that I then sang a choral concert, which always makes my shoulders tighten up anyway. I'm this close to going to those massage people in the mall.
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Date: 2008-06-02 07:21 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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