November 1, 2009 - 6:45 PM
I must admit that I am having so much fun with these blog titles! I love to put something vaguely mysterious, something that makes my reader think a little. It would be far too easy to just title this blog "Halloween."
Last night after the football game, I dressed myself up as a ladybug and my friend dressed herself up as a sailor and we descended upon the Halloween chaos filling the streets of Eugene. The friend I went with deserves some praise here. I have known this girl since the days of the dorms and, throughout the years, our friendship has molded into various forms and tested countless depths. This year has been a year of great beauty for the both of us, I believe, and we have embarked on some of our greatest times. This friend is one of the handful that you meet in college and know that twenty years from now, you will still be contemplating the Universe together. I could not have imagined a better Halloween buddy.
In the past couple of weeks, my friend and I had received countless invitations to countless Halloween shenanigans. However, both not being huge fans of planning, we failed to actually choose something to do. Last minute, we went to the campus area to meet up with a friend at some house party. We walked there and observed the intensity of the environment. The streets around campus swarmed with intoxicated witches, gnomes, pirates, watermelons, gold diggers, and so many more. The energy level was high and it seemed as though every student was out running amuck somewhere in Eugene. Being fans of great conversation, we soon found ourselves bored of the campus party and set off to be inspired.
My friend and I have fabulous chats. Last night's observations led to the beginnings of some later to be published anthropological studies and realizations of humanity. What does a costume say about a person? We enjoyed examining the various ones that passed us as we strolled around the streets aimlessly. There was the girl who was either just very bad at walking in heels or was unaware of the fact that her's were about to break. There were the corner zombies searching for some quick endorphins. There were the groups of men who put on ties and button-ups, deciding that looking classy and put together was, indeed, a costume. There were the random ones that you just couldn't even describe, but they would be very vocal as you would pass. We came up with deep reasoning for different costumes, and analyzed our own as well. I love my friend because she can enjoy the world outside of the box with me. We can be mellow in chaos and have so much fun.
A bit later, we headed downtown to say hi to a couple of friends. We shared a drink, continued to converse, and then headed out like the two class acts we are. I will always love these moments of intellectual stimulation with fabulous people. Happy Halloween.