On Friday March 4th 2005, I awoke to the sound of the neighboring frat house’s stereo system pumping out the same Rick Dee’s Top 40 garbage it always did. It was unusually early for the partying to be taking place, but I shrugged it off and readied myself for the end of the week trudge to class. I put on my favorite shirt at the time, which happened to be blue, not knowing that this decision would later play a significant role in the day’s events.
As soon as I stepped outside, I knew something was up. At first I credited the surge of drunk sorostitutes and the like to the seeming coincidence of it being one of the first nice days of the year and the beginning of a weekend. However, my life as a blissfully unaware freshman changed with the first drunken slur that was thrown my way. “Hey! Why aren’t you wearin’ green?! What’s your f*ckin’ problem?!”, yelled the Abercrombieaglepostal clad FratBrat. Yes, it was true. I was not wearing green. But why would this boy and his friends, who were all curiously tan for early March, find it so important to point out to me the obvious fact that I was not wearing green. What was the big deal? Although I was annoyed at the comment, it jostled me into noticing that there really was an overabundance of green t-shirt wearing going on that Friday. When I finally made it to class, I asked one of my friends what was with all the green and carrying-on in the streets? I mean, didn’t those idiots know that St. Patrick’s day was well over a week away? My friend guilelessly replied, “Dude, it’s Unofficial. You know, the Friday before St. Patrick’s Day? Well, it’s actually two Friday’s ahead this year because of Open House, but yeah it’s basically a day where you wake up and start drinking and drink all day or until you pass out, get arrested or die”. This new holiday that I had just been informed of seemed to be pretty amazing to me, mostly because of the influence it had on people. I mean, most of the kids out there celebrating wouldn’t wake up that early early to go to class. But give them a good reason, say to start working on their keg, then no problem. They’re all over it.
2 years later, I still loathe having to leave an extra 10 minutes early for class in order to pick my way through the vomit covered sidewalks. The insulting comments still come my way, as I refuse to wear green, but I just smile and know that I’m really not missing out on anything.
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Carlos says:
This entry is funny. It’s a common theme. Right now I’m looking out my little sisters window and the moon lights up a sea of blue just beyond the the tree with sparse leaves.