Summary of the Past Few Weeks, ie Christmas Break
Matthew, here it is. Are you happy?
I apologize world. I have broken the contract, I have betrayed your trust. I have, much to my chagrin and shame, not updated my blog in a disgustingly long time. And, since I have this bully pulpit, I feel I may as well let all you out there is cybertown know what I've been up to.
Our tale begins on the afternoon of December 16. I had finished up my CORE exam and was getting ready to call it a semester. Every one said good bye and we had a good cry, then we set off to the airport. arriving and getting through security without incident. Until we got to the Cinnabon and we looked at the departure screen. The 6:30 to O'Hare was delayed by two hours. Resigning ourselves to a long wait, Steve and I trooped over to the airport bar and got hammered. No, no, not really. We walked to the gate, waited for about an hour more, before finally being informed that our flight was canceled. Ohio would have her lecherous tentacles wrapped around my body one final night, sucking the life from me with every breath I take.
After a clash which rivaled Stalingrad in sheer ferocity. I was able to get myself on the 6:00 AM to Atlanta, then a connection back home. Steve also got another flight and we hitched a ride back to campus. Faced with the prospect of such an early return to the airport, we figured that sleep would be pointless, and a Chipotle/movie night would have a much higher rate of return in goodness. We chose wisely, and we hit up Second Time Around for some used DVDs
This might be a good time talk about Second Time Around real quick. It's a used music/DVD/game store on Brown Street. It's a fantastic place, you can get some real good deals there. That is all.
Anyhow, the night passed with much revelry, it was great having Founders to ourselves. But come 4 AM, we had to grab another cab out to the Dayton International Airport. I got through security, got on the plane, it took off, and I fell asleep. I woke up in Atlanta, stumbled to my gate, got on the plane, and fell asleep. I woke up on the ground in Omaha. O Joy! O Eternal Rapture! There has never been a sweeter sight. Never before, in all the history of Earth, through times light and dark, there has never been a sweeter respite than my view of the First National Building reaching into the sky, as if to wave at me and say "Welcome Home, my darling, wandering child. My prodigal son, it is meet that we should make merry, and be glad: for you were dead, and are alive again; and were lost, and are found."
I was whisked home by the capable driving of my dear cousin Matthew, who will resort to frighteningly bad language to express how deeply he desires my blog updates.
Ok, kind of a lot happened while I was home so I'll do my best to get everything. Firstly, I entered a state of delectation when I saw my family and friends again. All the burdens of my sordid life were lifted with just the quickest of glimpses of all their faces. I was a changed man, for the better after the experience of returning to the land of my birth, even for a few short weeks.
But alas, I digress! The first big event was the semiannual John and Kate Cavanaugh Martin Mixer cum Gala Affair. Everyone got decked out in their very best garments (all of which were at least 10 years old) and partied until the sun came up. Laughs, love, and libations were the order of the evening, and as the case always is at the Cavanaughs, the party was a rousing success.
When the history of my life is written, entire volumes will be put to paper about the second major event of the break, that event being my first exposure to Mike's UFO, which is way way better than Ben's UFO. Mike and Ben both got these sweet toys from the Boyers. They are styrofoam discs, with propellers on the bottom. Press the button the controller, and Mike's shoots up in the air about 20 feet. Press the button on Ben's and it shoots up about 20 inches. And Ben's only went that high on the first night. And Ben's only went that high for about five seconds. Mike's will stay up all night. It?s mind-blowing.
The Christmas celebrations were a fun time, especially Mass. I did my traditional act, where I do my honest best to be a fool for Christ, which always seems to tork of Erin, who this year we affectionally dubbed Snippy the Christmas B****. Anyhow, I danced, I sang, and I high-fived the altar servers, so I think that baby Jesus was brought into this world laughing His blessed ass off.
Yet another Yuletide milestone was the Second Annual Mikey Wang Award for Dedicated Cavanaugh Friendship dinner and presentation ceremony. John and Kate put on yet another splendid show. The prize went this year to Kyle Carritt, and he graciously accepted the hallowed sheep statue. After speeches and dinner, we headed to The Elbow Room, which was a revolting little hole in the wall, and we spent the evening there. They did, to their credit, have shuffle board, which I rock at. I'm almost as good at shuffleboard as I was at curling, which you apparently cannot play in Omaha any more. Omaha also doesn't recycle glass anymore, which was really confusing.
We spent a night at Mahoney State Park. Billy rented a cabin for the occasion of the lovely Kat being in town. We whittled away the night by ice-skating, playing board games, eating spaghetti, ruining games of Life, and re-enacting major battles of Vietnam. It was awesome.
For New Years, we went to a party at Casey Langwith's, which was, as always, a good time. Although a disturbing amount of my friends drank a wee touch too much. I resolved to work out, to not smoke (even when I drink), and to update my blog more.
2005 was a year to remember, a year filled with firsts and lasts. Around this time of year, I always laugh when I think about these crazy arbitrary divisions in life. There's no real reason that January 1st is when it is. It's just 365 days after the last one. The Earth is in the same spot around the sun that it was that long ago. Whatever, it's too hard to think about that right now, I'm hungry. Expect more updates this semester, I swear, and if Garrett really wanted more writing about him, he'd be nicer.
PHOTOS COURTESY OF MAUREEN CAVANAUGH
Jan 7, 2006 11:31 AM
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