Ah to be young again. To be able to pick up and go on a whim. Skip class on Thursday and head down to your friend's school for some more of the same: partying, collegiate sporting events, sleeping (around, if you're lucky), and other such leisure activities, just with different people and different colored beer-pong tables at the party. Every October, when the various college homecoming weekends begin to kick off, I find myself getting nostalgic. How I long for the moldy carpeting and exposed pipes of my old fraternity house. Forget the lavish decadence of New York nightlife. It's October. Give me kegs-and-eggs in the morning and a theme party at night.If only it were so every weekend.
I may be over the proverbial (college) hill, but this year, my second year as a post-grad in homecoming season, I'm taking a stand. I'm getting creative. Merely going to my own homecoming wont be enough. So I've planned a few trips to satiate my needs.
First up: Boston
This weekend I, and my road-soldier ex-roommate, hit the road after a long, grueling week and head north to "the smallest big-name city in the country." I'm not a Yankee fan, so the city of Boston doesn't make me cringe with deep-seeded rivalry, but I will say I disapprove of their unworthy sense of arrogance. Especially since their bars close at 2. What's the deal with that? Even bars in Jersey don't close at 2. Come on Boston, time to step it up. (Maybe this is for a different posting when I get back).
With that said, there is a stellar crew of dark-beer-chugging, NHL '10 playing, wake-you-up-from-your-Sunday-coma-with-a-bloody-Mary-type people up there I'm excited to knock a few back with while sharing college glory-stories. And to top it off, it's the Harpoon Brewery's version of Oktoberfest (Harpoonfest) this weekend- a perfect substitute as my homecoming pregame. How does this sound: Harpoon beers, German food, massive crowds of day-drinkers all huddled under one giant tent? Ah, just like college (or is that Heaven?).
Don't get me wrong, life after school is great. Nothing beats the freedom of having your own money to spend. But when that cold October air comes seeping through my bedroom window, it's like my biological alarm clock starts ringing....
BUZZZZZ
Alarm clock: "Dude"
Me: "Yah"
Alarm clock: "Dude"
Me: "Really? Already?"
Alarm clock: "Dude"
The Dude abides. I know it's time to lace up the drinking boots (a roughed-up pair of high-top timbs most likely) and hit the road. There's nothing like getting out of the city that has become your new campus, and exploring the wonders of someone else's, right? No strings, no worries, just a weekend wholesome fun. Mark me down for one.
HarpoonFest
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