Mud Wrestling

So it feels like forever and a day since my last post. I'm really am sorry I haven't been able to update more often...I'm still working on organizing my time and figuring out how best to do certain assignments and whatnot.

So time for a great story. Last night while getting some excellent mexican across the street, the clouds turned black and it began to simply pour on me, Em, and Brit. Thankfully they had umbrellas over the tables but it truly didn't matter because we had to walk back to the dorms anyway. So we stomp back to the dorm (Stabile) soaking wet and Em promptly has a brilliant but also slightly crazy idea.

We should mud wrestle.

She also happens to know exactly where to go to do said mud wrestling. Next thing you know she's called up about half a dozen others and I've changed into what I assume is appropriate mud wrestling attire (dirty shorts, wet t-shirt) and we all run to the lawn outside the Engineering Building.

And then it starts.

Basically you couldn't recognize anyone after about five minutes or so. We were all filthy, and loving it. We were tackling each other, dragging each other across the lawn, throwing globs of muck all around, and basically just having an awesome time.

Now it had stopped raining by this point so when you got dirty, you stayed dirty. My roommate went out with a white shirt and came back with a brown one. Em was by far the dirtiest, but we were all pretty gross. It was then that we realized we needed someplace to wash ourselves off before attempting to go back to the dorm. Great timing, right? Luckily for us, there was an answer literally popping out of the ground.

Sprinklers. =)

Personally I'd have thought they wouldn't come on right after it had poured so hard, but they did, and we were all the more grateful for it. So we ran for them and if you had happened to walk past the lawn at that moment, you would have seen maybe ten or so college freshmen standing, squatting, bending over, and doing anything else over about six different sprinklers to get all the mud off of themselves. It was just so fabulous. Not everyone was able to get all the mud off but it was an excellent solution.

Then we trekked back to Stabile and made our way inside towards the elevators, leaving a wet and muddy trail behind us. We crowded in and my roommate and I completely forgot to push the second floor button, so we went up to the third with the rest of our party. We bid them farewell, pressed the second floor button, and watched the doors close. This is where the story takes a turn for the funnier.

The elevator shut down.

It wouldn't move, the doors wouldn't open, it just stopped dead. And so there we were, two guys, soaking wet, covered in mud, shirtless, stuck in a stopped elevator. We were forced to call security using the in-elevator emergency intercom, and after waiting about fifteen minutes, the elevator moved down to the second floor, the doors opened, and after thanking the RA's who had come to watch and the elevator guy who had helped us out, two wet guys walked back to their room. We weren't really freaked out as much as worrried they were going to be mad at us because of the mud...still, it was my first time being stuck in an elevator. There's a first time for everything, I guess.

We decided to take the rest of the night easy and watch some TV.

We'll be taking the stairs from now on.

That was last night, I'll update more either tomorrow or tuesday (I have tuesdays off) and tell more about classes, people, and women. =)