Friday night after coming back from a day of field trips (we went to three dairy farms.), we decided to get cleaned up and about ten of us headed to downtown Ithaca to see the sites, get some dinner and drink some drinks. Much to the dislike of some members of the group, we went to a sports bar and ate and drank some before calling it an early night and coming back home. We stopped and got ice cream first and on the way, I went the wrong way down a one way street. It was only for a block and in my defense there were some confusing signs. And the street was two lane so there was plenty of room for oncoming traffic to move. This made me realize that in the 'city' I have a really hard time seeing at night esp. if it has rained.
So anyway, as we hit the door, some random girl asked us if we were certified. I didn't know what this meant and walked on by. Once going to the third floor balcony, it seemed that since it was alumni weekend, a bunch of frat guys and guests had came to use the house as their party spot. They had been told to leave several times but after the girl's rudeness, someone finally told them they had to leave or we would call the cops.
Saturday, we knew that we had to be gone from our house from three to six to allow for allumni to show up. The house mates split up and I went with three others to the Ithaca Farmer's Market. There were lots and lots of hippies there. I saw a little girl's vagina because she was dancing in a bucket holding her dress up in the air with no underwear while her hippie parents tried to wash your windshield for money. I ate a vegetable pocket thing which was good but would of been better with some meat in it and better if I wasn't about to set out on a four mile hike. I also had an apple and berry fritter for which the same thing goes except the meat part.
We then went on about a four mile hike around one of the gorges in a state park. There were two waterfalls there and the scenary was fantastic. I will get pictures posted in the next couple of days or so. Watch for them!
After that, we went to the store (which makes Hy-Vee look tiny) (And it was a madhouse! And not very well lit. And they have a no candy lane for parents so their brats won't grab it off the shelves.) and bought things for a BBQ we were planning. On our return to the house at six, the frat guys (or former frat guys as the case really seemed) hadn't left. So after a little while, we made a compromise and moved them to the back porch. We had our BBQ and talked with a few frat guys that insisted on hanging out. One of these guys was Kyle who looked like Zach-khakis, t-shirt (navy and not white though), dark hair, same skin tone. We played beer pong and I was super excited for most of the night meaning that my like four beers went pretty far.
Anyway, some of the frat guys convinced a group of us to go downtown and party some more. I stayed behind and helped clean up. But then Kyle convinced me and Estella to go with him and his girlfriend to a party that was described as being held on Cayuga Lake by a well to do gay guy. Two more frat guys, Tom and Jason (who were devistating and gay), showed up and we all piled into Kyle's car to go. He chose to go a short cut which involved a road with hairpin turns. He took a turn too quick, jumped the passenger side up onto a curb and blew out a tire. We convinced him to stop. The guys tried to change the tire but somehow the jack wasn't working. (I verified this and it was f-ed up. I don't know how it was supposed to work.) But all this time, Kyle was just like 'I don't care about the car; I just want to get to the party and have fun.' Now mind you, this wasn't some beater like the Turdcel or something, it was a 2008 VW. A new super nice car. He went on and on about not caring about the car and how it would be okay to drive the five or seven miles out to the party and we could get AAA to come out there and fix the tire. He was totally being the spoiled rich kid and trying to get his way. Estella and I couldn't believe it. Eventually, a tow truck showed up and changed out the tire and we were on our way!
Once at the party, it was revealed to us in our jeans that this was a themed party. A Great Gatsby themed party. All of the guys were dressed in tuxs and similar black and white attire. The girls were in flapper dresses with flowers and feathers in their hair. You know how when you have a themed party or a halloween party not everyone will show up in costume and while disappointing, it just will happen that way. Not so here. We walked in and of the four in our group that were not dressed up, were the ONLY four not dressed up. We got a drink and sat down and people watched. There was this creepy kid that sat next to us clearly stoned out of his gord. The cops showed up for a noise violation but were sneaky enough about it I 'm pretty sure they were looking for people doing drugs (which there were but I am still so totally nieve about drugs). The creepy guy was carrying around this bag and we asked him what was in it and he pulled out these random balls. Jason turned to me and said that it wasn't what he was expecting. Then some random old lady came and sat with us telling us all this random stuff about prescription drugs in Mexico. At one point, in a different conversation with her, she said, 'That bud they are looking for is in my bag.' Or something to that extent. There were two gay guys dancing away and then they were frantically making out. Not just a little kissing but total make outs. Eventually, because Kyle's girlfriend was passed out (or close to it) we piled back in the car and Kyle took us home. It was 3:30am when we roled in. But the people from downtown weren't back yet.
This morning Estella came by and wondered if all the random things that happened were real. Yes they were but they really could of been part of a dream.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on June 14, 2011]
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