Millsap here.
I slept in on Tuesday and went to my first class of the semester a half hour late - great academic start to 2011. Later that night, our host family had a supposed "recruitment event" at their house. There was plenty of hand shaking and talking. Someone told me after one month of doing this, they would have new brothers. I know the stork theory is not true, but I never knew shaking hands would have that effect. Later Tuesday night, Goethals, Rasley and I were invited to a "Club Baseball practice." It was a nice gesture of them to include us. We got dressed, had a few drinks, then were ready to finally try out the club scene. We had heard great things about the music, dancing, and ladies. To our surprise, we went to a giant dome with fake grass. There were no drinks and no music. Guys were throwing and hitting little white balls. Needless to say, we are still adapting to the culture. That night, we did not hit the pubs, but other of our housemates did. It must be a old tradition to come home and hold down an air horn for hours. Simply put, Smiles does not like that tradition.
Wednesday will go down in history as the night Goethals sold his body in public (see guest post below). On Thursday, we played Four Corners (which is quickly becoming our favorite game) and went Kam's (which is quickly becoming our favorite pub). Upon returning to our house, we sat in Room 24 until Smiles fell asleep on his couch.
I woke up on Friday and had zero intentions of going out that night. I had to be up early on Saturday so I was looking forward to hanging out at the house for the night. Within an hour, I received a text from my brother Kevin who is studying abroad in Bloomingtoné, which is only about 45 minutes away from Champaigné. He told me he was coming to visit that night. So my plans change and following an afternoon nap, Kevin came with Jackson, Garrett, and Brian. After playing some Four Corners (naturally) we went to a place nicknamed "Late Night" because they serve food late at night. Get it? My waffle fries and chicken strips that Stu provided for me were delicious. We decided to check out Joe's Brewery, but there were 2 big busses parked outside. I was told that these "paddy wagons" take kids to jail. I don't understand why people would want to do that. We went to Kam's and were excited to see no line. We ultimately did not go in because they would not grant us entrance without paying $5. No thanks. That led us to Johnstowne Apartments to play a game called Things. On our way home we ventured to the Alpha Phi house to pound some chocolate milks and heat up burgers in a panini maker.
My highlight of Saturday came circa 1AM when I went to Castillo's place. We started to clean up for beer pong and a bunch of nasty liquids ended up in a cup. Manfa and Watters offered Castillo $10 to chug the cup without puking. Let's just say Castillo is $10 richer. I later got Geo's chicken with my cousin Mike and had a big time life talk with Smiles, Clay, and Rohde back at the house.
Oh, the Bears' season is over.
You will not go to heaven, you'll go to Champaign, Illinois.
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