Playing with Balloons in a Mob of Drunken Undergraduates
As some of you may know, in the cosmic battle between good and evil, the forces of good won a battle on Friday as UNC beat Michigan State 87-71. It is worth noting that Laura played a key role in pushing UNC toward victory: she began crocheting at the start of the second half, when they overcame Michigan State's five point lead and creamed the evildoers for 18 straight minutes. Don't let anyone tell you that superstitious habits are not effective, the only other game that we have watched in which Laura was not crocheting was the game against Georgia Tech in the ACC tournament, which we lost. Needless to say Laura will be crocheting tonight.
Anyway, I digress, after the game Laura and I headed downtown Chapel Hill with our friend Tim, carrying light blue balloons. We were looking for undergrads making fools of themselves, and were not disappointed. Franklin street was a solid mob of drunk students, many of whom were fascinated with our balloons, describing them in ways which I can not repeat for fear of having our blog blocked by any internet content filter worth beans. We slowly nudged our way toward the central bonfire, had one balloon stolen and another excitedly handled by a poor girl who was probably enjoying the nicer effects of a hallucinogenic drug. About 15 yards into the mob, Laura and I lost courage and headed out toward fresh air, decency and goodness, but our brave friend Tim ventured onward making it into the center, and even taking a few leaps over the bonfire in classic drunk-undergraduate fashion. We were very proud of him, but needed to head home, since we had dreams of being good Christians the following morning (it was close to midnight at this point).
I am not sure that there is a moral to this story, but it was kinda fun.