Oh, there can always be more reminiscing. John could probably write like Ode to Akron I, II, III, IV, V, VI, VII and maybe even VIII just from his own stories before my time, but I thought I would include a few more things that continue to make me smile, even to this day.
#1) This was before my time, but John and a few of his friends took their turn painting the campus rock that fraternities and sororities are notorious for painting with their Greek letters. Under the cloak of darkness, they painted “Anti-Frat” on it, and then—oh funny of funnies—Paul’s name in huge letters. If you know Paul, you know why this is awesome.
#2) More destruction ensued at Andrea’s small group Christmas party where we decided to get all Office-Space like and smash an old printer in the street. We took a sledge hammer to it and everything. This is the first time random drunken Akronites walking the street have ever looked at me like I was doing something cool.
#3) The night of this mullet wig…
Was also the night of this amazingly hideous costume of Sarah’s…
And Lauren’s infamous last-minute “white trash” outfit (oh, the joys of creative improvising!)…
I think this was the same night that we (me, Andrea, Sarah, and Lauren) went joyriding in the costumes and were hollering at random guys on the streets. I don’t think any of them were interested though, despite our insane attractiveness. Shame.
#4) And this beauty, oh, it speaks for itself.
#5) The very night John and I met, I was over at 319 Spicer newspaper fighting with Adam and some of the other guys there. Paul was video taping, so we have the very moment John became interested in me caught on film, quite literally. That’s him in the red shirt in the background. I had bruises from the newspaper hits on my legs for like days after this fight, but in the end, clearly it was worth it :).
#6) The “joint” birthday party of Lauren and Charlotte was one of the first parties that John and I ever attended together (save for the western shirt party, maybe). Despite this, everyone knows how little it takes to have a good time!
#7) This past summer when I went to visit Sarah in Columbus, she, her brother, and I went bowling. Unfortunately, neither her brother nor I had worn socks down for the visit, so we all ended up borrowing socks from Sarah. Quite a riot. At the bowling alley, it was league afternoon for the seniors, and we discovered that her brother is quite adept at taking pictures of unsuspecting victims without their knowledge. We ended up with a few WINNING sideways shots of the 80-year old couple bowling at the lane next to us.
In addition, this amazing sign was in the locker room. Read it closely, very closely, and you might cry like I did.
#8) Trying on clothes with Sarah in a disgusting vintage store dressing room in Columbus. Yeah, that is a mysterious dried white substance cascading down the mirror.
There are probably many, many more things I could share, but likely do not have cool pictures for, so I think I might stop here. I will leave you with the inspiration that started it all: my brother Andrew, me, and Zippy (P.S.—I love Zippy; she is my hero; do not even try to debate with me on this because you will surely lose).
