If you weren’t at Bacchanal, maybe you were at Newark. Honestly, same level of zoo-ness.
Since we already posted a Bacchanal field notes, these field notes are slightly more… tame? I guess a little. Honestly, at this point, we’re just trying to remind ourselves that life exists outside of Bacchanal. Here’s our half-assed effort.
There is only one section because literally everything this weekend was Bacchanal-related:
Woke up after 10 am on a Sunday for the first time this semester
Spent 45 minutes trying to get a bagel in Terminal C of Newark Liberty International Airport. I was not successful.
Emotionally bonded with a couple of people and it was very nice and wholesome.
Went to two pretentious/fancy events (the opera and a concert at Carnegie Hall) in two nights; fell asleep during both.
Decorated campus statues with balloons.
The girl sitting in front of me during my orgo midterm got sick and had to go to Health Services, and I didn’t even notice because I was so intently focused on my midterm.
Still trying to figure out what I said to my crush during Bacchanal.
Stole a pineapple from my high school’s alumni event.
Spilled a cupful of Ferris syrup all over my pants/jacket in middle of Bacchanal, went home to change.
Rode a scooter around 2nd floor of ADP.
Had volunteered to babysit 9am the morning after Bacchanal, but the mom cancelled at the last minute. God is real.
Definitely spoke to the head of CUAD while crossed on Saturday, not sure what I said other than that it included a message of support for the cause.
Purchased a bottle of wine to watch the Blair Witch Project with my friends; ended up being too scared to drink.
Made my roommate buy me a ham and cheese croissant at 2 am Sunday.
Watched the best food documentary I’ve ever seen – Season 2, Episode 1 of Chef’s Table. Check it out.
Witnessed a prospie down shots of tequila like water at a DOC party, was told “It’s okay, I partied in high school” when I expressed concern.
Went to Butler to write an outline for my lit hum paper. Ended up cranking out four pages.
Watched Citizenfour for my global core class and got so paranoid that I put a bandaid over the camera on my laptop.
Went to Times Square to meet up with a former hookup, made out on the red steps at midnight.
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