So it’s come to this already, eh? Yesterday was hella lame, friends — we know.
In our defense, all this chatter can be hard to sustain. In much the same way that spending an entire weekend consuming nothing but beer and cider donuts can seem like an amusing idea on Friday morning, but totally vomitorius by, well, a little later on Friday morning, writing a blog for no good reason is in practice not exactly what it is in theory. Which is to say that we’re sort of busy and lazy and everything always takes longer than you think it’s going to. And Russ and I — it’s OK that I’m telling them this, right, Russ? — sometimes have issues with biting off more than we can chew. Eyes being bigger than stomachs.
In addition to the beer and cider donuts weekend — during which (I’m gonna go a little crazy here and pretend that someone might be reading this who doesn’t already know this story) Russ and I decided for some inexplicable reason that it would be Totally Rad to celebrate the completion of our undergraduate theses with (you guessed it) a weekend of nothing but beer and cider donuts, which Russ actually went out and bought, but then Dave was already ill after one meal and had to bow out, which made Russ get mad at him and then iirc we had a bunch of donuts on our hands — there was also some dumb intermural basketball thing we got really excited about but bailed on, and that time we bought all that stuff for a picnic at the end of the semester but everyone had already gone back home. There was the mixed schnitzel platter for two incident in Vienna. And also, apparently, Russ’s marriage (just for the record, I wasn’t a big fan of that joke). And our podcast, which died on the vine because we couldn’t stay focused long enough to talk about one thing. Which I know will come as a shock to anyone reading this right now. I could go on and on, obviously.
So sometimes, taking the joke too far is completely awesome and fun and fulfilling — like our band was — and sometimes it’s just disappointing and embarrassing, like, um, a bunch of other stuff was. Russ is a little more extroverted than I am, so I’m not sure that he is quite as equivocating as I am about these things. It’s a pretty universal feeling, though, that ambivalent longing for wacky excess, and I think it has lot to do with why so many Olds tend to get soooo nostalgic about college. The chance to behave stupidly over and over again with relatively little blowback has its appeal, doesn’t it? Especially now, with the grown-up world crashing in on us in various ways. It’s nice to imagine that there was a time when we got to act like total idiots all the time without embarrassment or consequence, even though that time didn’t really exist at all.
None of which is to say that I view this blog as one big joke gone too far — or, if it is one big joke gone too far, that I think it’s the bad kind of joke gone too far. Really, I think I just wanted to talk about beer and donuts.