You guys, this weekend has been the best.
All last week, I looked forward to Friday. (I guess everyone does that every week, to the point where it becomes a problem, but I swear I’ve got something semi-unique to say here. Bear with me.) Friday marked the beginning of a special weekend filled with special events and a special visit from our freshly-graduated friend Meg. (Meg was the most special part. When graduated friends visit it’s like they’ve just come back from the dead and everything is right with the world again.)
This was more or less my thought process every time I thought about the upcoming weekend:
“Oh man, I can’t wait for Friday! Meg will get here and then we get to go to cocktail, and then the Mowgli’s concert, and then Sunday’ll probably suck but that’s what they’re for, and then it’s Thanksgiving break! And all I have to do is make it to Friday!”
See any flaws with my logic there? Well there are two pretty fucking huge ones:
- Monday, November 23rd
- Tuesday, November 24th
The week before Thanksgiving is the proverbial pebble in the college student’s shoe. It’s two days, just two short days before a blissful long weekend of mashed potatoes and people asking you what you’re going to do after graduation. (I might have spoken too soon on the blissful part.)
How bad can it be?
So bad. The worst. The most painful 48 hours.
Just kidding. But campus does get a little bleak towards the end of Tuesday as everyone starts to leave. So to you poor souls stuck on campus until Tuesday night like me, here’s some motivation to get you through. We got this.
(I went to find motivational quotes and ended up getting lost in the Ron-Swanson-motivation-quote wormhole, so I’ve sacrificed applicability for humor.)
Also, I forced Hannah to watch The Princess Bride last night, because she had not yet seen The Princess Bride. One of her most gaping character flaws. I think this is all you need to keep you happy until we get to go home.