… down in New Orleans
Another weekend came and went, and while most A&M students spent their weekends studying for tests or supporting Aggie athletics, the group mentioned in my previous post (and Stephanie Logan!) went to Louisiana for Mardi Gras. The weekend was loaded with eventful moments from beginning to end. One of the trip’s earlier highlights was meeting Mr. and Mrs. Borne. Mrs. Borne greeted us at the door with beads and these extremely stylish bead bags pictured above. An event which followed only moments later was one for the books: Mr. Borne unashamedly saying to me, “I’m glad I got to meet you in person. You look a lot better in real life than you do on that blog. I really thought you looked like s***.” That makes the second parent of a chick to make such a comment to me upon meeting me in person. Probably time to change that picture huh?
Friday night we went to the local Lafayette parade where Mikey and I wrecked shop on the bead collecting. Sarah and Claire actually both caught more beads than we did, but they’re cute girls… they automatically had an advantage (note: if you’re reading this, and you are a female who went on this trip, and your name is neither Sarah nor Claire, it does not mean that you aren’t cute - you are). Saturday we drove to New Orleans and saw first hand some hurricane damage from six months ago. Amazing. We caught the tail end of one of the parades and immediately found out that the parade we came to see was postponed until the next day, when we would no longer be there. Once our tears dried up, we toured New Orleans and visited a piano bar (where we became quick favorites) and the French Market. We finally ended up back in Lafayette and I consumed more lasagna than I believe I ever have in my life. It was glorious.
All in all, this weekend was incredible, and I really cannot praise the Lord enough for giving me the friends with whom I got to spend it.
oh the places we’ll go
I’ve been really blessed since the first breath I ever took on this planet. More recently I’ve been blessed to be able to travel all over the world on my February weekends. I started the month with a trip to New York, which I followed up with a weekend here in College Station. The following weekend was spent in San Antonio, and this weekend will be spent in bayous of Louisiana. That’s right folks, I’m going to Mardi Gras. I’m certain that I have little idea what I’m getting myself into, but I’m getting into it nonetheless. I’ll be accompanying my wonderful friends, the six chicks, along with Mikey, and Charlie too (Charlie is the boy who Hayley, one of the chicks, adores). So, it is safe to say that if I survive this weekend, you can expect a pretty solid reflection post upon my return (if not multiple reflections, depending on how impactful the weekend turns out to be). Welp, here I go…
formal post II
The weekend went almost entirely as one would have expected. D.O. picked up his beautiful date in a timely manner, carried her bags and opened her doors, and drove her to the exotic world of San Antonio. They didn’t skip a beat in their travels, and they greatly enjoyed one another’s company and conversation. Upon arrival at the hotel the couple realized they had given themselves more time than they allotted for, allowing them a chance to explore this new land. With noble Sarah’s expert navigational skills, the two managed to find a local park where they enjoyed a time of looking at ducks, playing with adolescents, and taking pictures. When the clock struck 4:30 and the air got even cooler, the duo left the park and returned to the hotel where they shared a pleasant conversation over Starbucks drinks in the laundry room. By this time both Sarah and D.O. felt that they deserved a nap, and so that is exactly what they did. Well, D.O. did, Sarah laid around and talked on the phone, but she was able to rest nonetheless.
One would be led to think that the formal started at 5:30 by all of the commotion in the hotel hallways, when in fact it didn’t start until 7:00. The couple later realized that their younger, less mature roommates were forced to prepare themselves sooner so as to be on time for the picture taking session downstairs. Sarah and D.O. were thankful that they weren’t in high school any longer, so they got ready at the last second and drove off to the party.
Once arriving at the venue, the pair found places at a nearby table which was primarily full of more young, less mature members of BCA and their dates. Their saving grace walked in a few minutes later in the form of Lauren Rouse. Sadly, Lauren’s date shared a maturity level with the rest of the table’s occupants. After consuming a delightful grilled chicken and rice dish and chasing it down with a strawberry cheesecake, the true festivities of the night began. Mista DJ bumped dem speaka’s haard. All who were present danced with all their might. Some went so far as to dance with their chairs, however their names will remain anonymous. After hours of dancing the couple took a much needed break over at the vacant bar, where they used their creative minds to create pictures such as the one displayed above. D.O. was proud to have a date who was willing to take so many seemingly silly pictures, not to mention that his co-subject made him look much better than he would alone.
The night ended with crowds percolating out of the venue and into their respective cars. The cars would proceed to take couples back to their hotel. Skylar actually went to the airport first, but she found her way back to the hotel, which greatly pleased our well-dressed couple. After spending approximately 45 minutes debriefing on the night’s happenings, D.O. walked Sarah up to her room where they embraced and shared a goodnight kiss*. Sarah went to bed finding it hard to fall asleep after such a phenomenal night, and D.O. found it hard to sleep because his room was 85 degrees.
*note: there was no kiss in real life, it just seemed nice to put in the story.
formal post
I’ll be spending the weekend in San Antonio with the one and only Sarah Vierling. I know that you are extremely jealous, but get over it! I asked her first. Stay tuned for a full report on the weekend early next week - if we come back.
Roweena
As I continue my series of posts on things that happened before my readers knew me well, I’m led to a place that, if left undiscussed, would keep you from knowing a very important part of my life: my first car. Her name was Roweena, and she was a 1966 Mustang GT, 289-K, full of majesty and grace. She sounded so good thanks to Flowmaster (whose sticker remains on my calculator to this day), and she was swifter off the line than any car I’ve driven since. She was stubborn as all get out, and she never liked to work in the rain. Well, she’d work for about half a mile or so, then she’d start being stubborn, leaving me to push her to the nearest parking lot countless times - in the rain of course. Roweena also boasted a drop down air conditioning unit (a luxury item at the time) that would spit poorly drained water from condensation on the front seat’s occupants upon every 90 degree turn of the car. This was especially nice on extremely hot days, and when I was taking my formally dressed date to gymnastics banquet. Roweena didn’t exactly make it to college though. Her stubbornness, refusal to stay fixed, and terrible gas mileage outweighed her beauty, strength, and honor. This should come as little surprise to those who know me now though - functionality before aestheticism, and frugality before appeal.
new format?
Here’s my thought process: The Supercinski’s have a baby, post a blog about it, and get like 30 comments. I’m greedy, and I want lots of comments too, but I can’t have a baby at this point in time. How then, can I boost the number of comments I receive per post? Well clearly I need to change something. I know deep down that what really needs to change is my attitude towards this comment situation. It is more blessed (two syllables) to give than to receive.
BUT
I thought some more about it and realized that a major reason why I feel my blog gets little response is due to the fact that the great majority of my faithful readers - you all - are people I see on a daily basis. Ergo, you do not need to read a clever prose retelling a story you recently heard me share first person. You need something new, something fresh! So, I’ve decided to offer up some entries of the days before I was friends with (most of) you.
I’ll keep my commentary on this picture short, since you’ve already given me 4 minutes of your life, I’ll try to only take 2 more. The main thing I wonder when I see this picture is whether or not I have pants on… Oh, that and how in the world was I so precious? Feel free to spend the rest of your 2 minutes posting a comment. Or don’t.
NYC - conquered
As most of you know, I spent this past weekend in New York City with some close friends and perfect strangers. Well, really just one close friend, and five perfect strangers, but one of the strangers was the sister of the close friend… irrelevant. It basically boils down to this: six girls - not to be confused with the six chicks - were gracious enough to let me crash their New York party. We had high times at all of, but not limited to, the following: the Today Show, The Light in the Piazza, The Producers, Times Square, subways, Brooklyn Tabernacle, Empire State Building, and the village.
In debriefing the trip on our way back to College Station, I shared one of my favorite moments of the trip being the church service at the Brooklyn Tabernacle, where it just so happened that I was invited to be a part of the Brooklyn Tabernacle Men’s Chorus. Hilarious. That’s right friends, I sang up in the choir loft at the Brooklyn Tab.
Speaking of singing, my good friend Jessica Schmale and I tried out for American Idol during our time in the City. Granted, we were only singing for one of the three judges (Simon) and it wasn’t real Simon, it was wax Simon, but we tried out nonetheless. The outcome: Jess made it, and Simon hated me.
There are many other stories and pictures associated with this trip, but instead of giving everything to you on the internet, which is far too easy and impersonal, I’ll take the liberty of developing my pictures and remembering my stories, so if you’d like to see/hear, then you know who to talk to.
In conclusion to this very long post, I want to sincerely thank the sisters Schmale and co. for allowing me the privilege of joining them on this trip. It truly was a pleasure.