“Gloriana, Frangipana”
Apr. 21st, 2007 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
twincityhackerI went to the Little 500.
It was a bicyle race.
I had no idea where I was going when I left the house, I managed to get there fairly quickly by following where everyone else was going. Then I learned why you should aways carry cash, because then I wouldn't have had to run back to a dorm to get some for a ticket.
Of course, there was a food/drink ban at the gate.
So I had lunch, as I had to finish my just opened soda and the rest of the trail mix - though I ended up squirreling away some other food outside the gate.
I entered just in time for the national anthem, and wondered where the hell I was suppose to sit, because as far as I could see there were the matching shirts of the greeks. I walked, and walked, and then ended up at the nearly empty bleachers at turn two. Apparently, the Little 500 is a bigger deal for the Greeks than non-Greeks, for the bleachers that weren't behind the pits where much less full throughout the entire race, even though they were the better seats.
So I stood on my seat, and randomly decieded to cheer on the Cutters, for they were not a fraternity. I picked well, for not only were they never below fifth place for the entire race, but they won the whole thing! And there was only two accidents where the racer could not continue.
Could have done without the sunburn, but what can you do? It was warm, and the wind kept the dust clouds mostly out of where I was sitting. Good weather.
Now, to party. With my learning community. Because I really am that much of a shut in! No, it's because I just got a $808.87 receipt for food for this party, so I'm not going to crash someone else's party, even though I have a good idea where it will be.
And the lad who dropped the $808.87 receipt is going to Have A Talk with me about spending several hundred dollars over what he said he would spend. I feel a little bad about scaring the RA who handed over the receipt, though. ( I didn't yell at him! Honest. )
It was a bicyle race.
I had no idea where I was going when I left the house, I managed to get there fairly quickly by following where everyone else was going. Then I learned why you should aways carry cash, because then I wouldn't have had to run back to a dorm to get some for a ticket.
Of course, there was a food/drink ban at the gate.
So I had lunch, as I had to finish my just opened soda and the rest of the trail mix - though I ended up squirreling away some other food outside the gate.
I entered just in time for the national anthem, and wondered where the hell I was suppose to sit, because as far as I could see there were the matching shirts of the greeks. I walked, and walked, and then ended up at the nearly empty bleachers at turn two. Apparently, the Little 500 is a bigger deal for the Greeks than non-Greeks, for the bleachers that weren't behind the pits where much less full throughout the entire race, even though they were the better seats.
So I stood on my seat, and randomly decieded to cheer on the Cutters, for they were not a fraternity. I picked well, for not only were they never below fifth place for the entire race, but they won the whole thing! And there was only two accidents where the racer could not continue.
Could have done without the sunburn, but what can you do? It was warm, and the wind kept the dust clouds mostly out of where I was sitting. Good weather.
Now, to party. With my learning community. Because I really am that much of a shut in! No, it's because I just got a $808.87 receipt for food for this party, so I'm not going to crash someone else's party, even though I have a good idea where it will be.
And the lad who dropped the $808.87 receipt is going to Have A Talk with me about spending several hundred dollars over what he said he would spend. I feel a little bad about scaring the RA who handed over the receipt, though. ( I didn't yell at him! Honest. )
