From Columbia to Russia and Back with Love

The night was young. 7 p.m. to be exact. A new friday night, hence new potential for adventure and dismay. I made my round of calls, "hey what you up to tonight?" "hit me up if anything comes up for you." Solid calls, nothing serious. But I've never been one to have someone make my fun for me. I go out and make it myself. So I moblized.

Up and down the floor I went, the blue fest was in town. And I was dead sure it be a good time even if we didn't end up seeing those protesters who wanted women deported. A key claim of theirs, "About 98% of criminals are birth by women, that is almost half." How can one doubt sure a strong claim.

It ends up, I am heading down to the blues fest with six others. Cutting into the main streets, moving smoothly through a crowd of eager hippies and the occassional old people who want to rock, it out.

We end up about 15 feet from the speakers, anticipating the main artist from the soundtrack of "O brother where art thou." Beautiful movie which, as I found out sometime during the night, is based on the odessesy. We were about to be blown away by "21st century blues." Yes, the fuse of blues and rap. I now wonder how that was not enough to have me stepping away and to Chipotle right when I heard its definition.

It didn't disappoint my expectation. From the drum-syncing to the ever eager DJ, to the phat rhymes that were laid over blues beats, it was all something I can't begin to explain. All i know I just wanted out.

The night didn't die there. After the Chipolte run, we, and when I say we I mean me and my two friends left over which later became me and my friend mike, came back to "The North Mississippi All-Stars." With a name like that, I shouldn't have been suprised when they came out straight jamming. It was amazing. The sound filled the air.

I want to proclaim the heavens felt the energy there. The humid air was washed away by a cool breeze. The drunks seem to just have that extra special "I am a dumbass."
Mike and I left feeling lifted. I know I was enjoying my night, thinking of how life can be so powerful in such simple ways.

My phone rocked out as my friend called me. "Yea just meet me in front of Hudson."

Then as if I needed any more proof of how uplifting life can be, I got some. Jordan came out of no where. Her long wavy hair glowed under the timid light post. Her energy, ever present and as usual silly, took hold of me while we held hands, running so she couldn't miss her bus to walmart. (Mind you, at 11:30 at night, the brillance of wal-mart. She wasn't the last person I saw with wal-mart in mind.)

The moment found it's sweetness and charm in its briefness and unexpectancy. One of many moments through the night that found suit.

I get a call from my a new friend, aka facebook friend, called Fru. Fru tells me he was about to watch a movie with his friends and I should come by. I couldn't miss out on hanging out with the guy, he was simply too fun on facebook. I end up heading over with Matt, Mike decided to stay back.

We meet Fru in front of the dorm, roll in shooting the shit. We end up on the third floor, Fru rapidly introducing me to his friends and re-introducing. It doesn't take long but soon I feel like I am in a little bit of a soap. I can be stupid at times, silly stupid. Just enough to hurt someone's feelings but not enough where anyone will call me out on it unless they really just don't like me hardcore. But i called myself out on it anyway, apologized. Completely disregard that Fru had noticed my antics around campus and now viewed me as a pimp, or as I see it the dilemma of my life.

Everything seems to recovered, the movie flops. Interest in the movie is gone, matt and i say our goodbyes and head outside. We meet two girls, russian model-looking girl and dare I say the best cockblock ever. They were both hot but i had eyes on the russian. I shoot the shit with them, alot of banter and cocky words were thrown around. We slipt ways pretty quickly. I had a feeling I would see them again.

And life did not fail. They were strutting down the hall of my dorm, I motion for them to let me in, tho I could have let in myself but what fun is that. The cockblock, fine girl she was, was off quickly as so as I was in. The russian stayed long enough, 15 seconds, for me to get a kiss. Moist lips always get me, I just don't know why.

I took that kiss as the crowning achievement of my night. The momentum of the night kept building. I just sat outside with three close friends and about 15 new ones who came in and out. I got a lunch date and a sunday date. Found out some girl likes me, realized how fun life can be.

It all came to a good ending as I barrelled in to my friends room down my hall. Sitting, laughing, and enjoying the moment. My friends and I knocked out another friday night, the third one of many to come.
I personally felt that I have once again proofed nothing is impossible, life is what you make it and we all are just looking to enjoy life. Wheter in college or not, we all seek the collegiate experience.

I found mine last night, and so today is a new day. Another experience awaits as I am off to IHOP.

The experience moves on...