For my own sake, reducing an epic weekend to bullet points

I finally got around to cleaning up the remnants tonight — Tuesday night — following two full days of recovery and detox from weekend that can only be described as epic.

Well, not everything is cleaned up. The downstairs still looks like The Pit from PCU, with half-full jungle juice/gin bucket/spiked tea cups strewn about, full-but-open beer cans on the table, a sticky countertop, overflowing recycling bins, sink and drying rack and dirt-slathered floors still needing some TLC. It’ll happen eventually. Tonight was about getting my room back in order, which included putting away weeks’ worth of paperwork crowding my desk (into the junk drawer) and a hamper’s worth of clothes hanging on my bedposts and desk chair (back into the dresser and closet to avoid having to do laundry for at least a few more days).

Yeah, it was one of those weekends that makes you not want to shower ever again, so you can bask in its musk forever. Maybe even my Best Bonaventure Weekend — and that’d be saying a lot.

Briefly, more for my benefit than anyone else’s:

• Thursday night was spent mostly in The OP and included my first-ever foray into the Burton, which wasn’t as bad as I’d always made it out to be (the collar-popping crowd that usually frequents that establishment remained largely absent).
• Friday started late (as always) with reminiscing at the station at lunchtime (it’s still weird to be the oldest ones up there).
• The dean e-mailed to congratulate my selection for a Very Big Award, while I was on the phone with Mom, no less, and I was on Cloud Nine for the rest of the weekend.
• We all cleaned up pretty nicely and started our night with 50 Days pregaming on Él Stoopé, followed by a raucous bus ride, followed by quite a bit of cheap beer and awkward-but-no-less-fun dancing to techno in Olean’s finest restaurant. Fantastic way to celebrate everything. There’s a video to prove the dancing.
• The bus took us back into Allegany, where we jumped from the Hickey Tav to The OP. My memory is pretty fuzzy from this point, but I do remember the whole deck was open again!
• Saturday started with a bit of a headache, but the 65-degree weather and a lengthy game of touch football on Francis Lawn helped quite bit.
• We watched and quoted parts of Aladdin when we found it on the Disney Channel.
• Preparations for Gin Bucket 2: Son of Gin Bucket began after people had arrived, but the whole thing was pretty successful regardless.
• Él Stoopé provided everyone with enough entertainment that no one went to the bars. First Saturday night spent at home in quite a while for me.
• Oh yeah, and we watched the Where the Wild Things Are trailer about 50 times, spread throughout the weekend. I’m not exaggerating. We sang along with the song and even howled at the end.
• Sunday afternoon found us at the second Lady Bonnies home playoff game ever, part of the biggest Big 4 crowd for a women’s game ever. We lost, and it was a bummer, but it was so cool to watch some intense playoff basketball this year.
• Finally, the cherry on the sundae, Ra Ra Riot and Jaguar Club played in the ‘Skeller Sunday night, all downed with some EBC Blueberry and Yuengling.

Minus Saturday’s slight hangover, weekends don’t get much better than that. It even makes the mess downstairs tolerable, at least for a few more days.