Shaun Lewis: the Man, the Myth, the Legend

It’s Monday.

Unfortunately, that means it’s time to start classes again after a weekend break. I was really good today and actually went to my 8 o’clock. I hadn’t been for quite a while; it’s probably a bad sign when the professor asks whether or not you’re enrolled in the class when you attend. I really am not doing bad in that class though. Kind of funny, I guess.

I think this is the part where I tell everyone about my weekend. There wasn’t too much going on Friday, so I’m going to skip directly to the mother of all Saturdays–Halloween at OU. (Saturday is the day of the big street party).

Usually, on this holiest of days in Athens, beer flows freely from the sky while costumed men and women roam the streets like a tribe of plunderous nomads. This year was certainly no different.

In the morning, I woke up around 12 p.m. or so. My sister, Christina, was supposed to come, visit, hang out, party, etc. sometime in the afternoon. I called my house to see if she had left yet and my OTHER sister, Jennifer, answered. “Hello,” she said.
“Hello,” I replied.
“What’s up?”
“Not much. Has Christina left yet?”
“Uh… try again,” she responded.
“OK. Is leaving soon?”
“Try again.”
“Uh… is Christina awake?”
“Nope.”
“Huh. How about that.”

Although it was disappointing she hadn’t left yet, it was a good thing because I hadn’t finished cleaning my room and doing other things I started on Friday night but did not finish. So, I finished those things while she woke up, got dressed, and left. She arrived here at around 4:30. She left at 2:30. That’s an extremely short drive. Her estimated average speed–85 mph. Rock on, Speed Racer.

So, after she got here, we decided we were really hungry. We called Pizza Hut and ordered a $9.99 X-L 1/2 Pepperoni 1/2 Sausage pizza. After a 30 minute wait, I went downstairs to pick up my pizza. As the driver was pulling away, I checked the pizza to make sure it was correct–it wasn’t.

In all their haste to take my order, whoever wrote it down must have confused “sausage” with “ham and pineapple.” Clearly, it’s a common mistake. So, as the pizza guy was backing out of the parking lot, I chased after him thrashing my arms in the air and yelling, “Hey! Stop! Wait!” Of course, he didn’t hear me. Or, maybe he did because he certainly burned out his tires when he pulled away. Whether or not he heard me yelling is not a big deal; I still had the wrong pizza.

So, I called Pizza Hut and told them I got the wrong pizza. When I told them what happened, they laughed at me. Thanks, Pizza Hut.

After the pizza event, Christina and I watched, of course, Dr. Strangelove: or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. I don’t think she liked it as much as I did/do, but I think she still enjoyed the movie, so all was well. At around 8:30, we started getting dressed up for Halloween and headed over to Angie’s. She was a football player, while I, being the History major I am, was Thomas Jefferson. As soon as I can get a picture from someone who took a picture, I will post it here. If you have any, please let me know, ASAP.

If I had to pick out one thing wrong with my costume (and there were a few things), the first would certainly be the pants. They were way too small and made my back go numb. That’s quite a feeling, by the way. (Notice: there was a small pun there).

To recap, I was Thomas Jefferson and Christina was a football player. Walking to Angie was quite a trip. It seems that football players are infinitely more popular than Thomas Jefferson. In fact, now that I think about it, only one person correctly guessed what my costume was; it was the drunk guy partying in front of Angie’s apartment. He walked up to me with a beer in hand, looked me up and down and said, “Thomas Jefferson?”
I said, “Yep.”

I have an amazing wit.

Once we got to Angie’s, Angie, Beth, Christina and I embarked on our journey uptown. Angie was a very accurate Princess Leia while Beth couldn’t decide what she was. Both of their costumes looked pretty good.

As we were walking up Jeff Hill, the music of the party could be heard; I was pretty excited about the costumes that lay ahead. I was not disappointed. It impossible to name all the costumes that I liked, but there were a few that stood out in my mind for originality. The best one, I think, was also the simplest. There was a couple, male and female, walking around in ordinary clothes. I didn’t realize what they were at first until I saw the pink or green diamond resting above each of their heads; they were Sims characters.

That’s probably the cheesiest costume ever, but I love it.

After walking around Court St., all of us sat down on a ledge and waited for Maria, who happened to be working as an RA until 11:00. We went inside Baker Center for a little while to get something to drink and heard the most horrible band I have ever heard in my adult life. It always seem that whenever a band can’t play well, they play louder to make up for their total lack of skill–this case was no different.

After my ears stopped bleeding and we had returned back to our ledge outside, Maria showed up. We walked around once more, wading through the masses of women wearing flirty lingerie and men also wearing flirty lingerie. Maria seemed to enjoy the whole spectacle, as did Christina. I was thoroughly amused too, and I think Beth and Angie enjoyed themselves. All was well.

Angie, Beth and Maria went back to Angie’s apartment while Christina and I went back to my dorm to change. Once we had gotten into more comfortable clothing, we headed back to Angie’s by way of Union and Court Sts. On the way, we stopped to get food, and after waiting in line for 30 minutes, just decided to head back home and not go back to Angie’s because we were both kind of tired.

Also, I don’t think Christina wanted to walk up Jeff Hill again.

On Sunday, Christina left and Athens slowly began to return back to normal. I think I had a really fun time, and I should note that Pete from fencing was pretty trashed when I saw him. The other people I saw from fencing were Meg (the Fearless Leader w/ her boyfriend, Mike), Carole wearing a red suit-looking thing (all I could think was Red Hat Linux, because I am a really big nerd), Pete, Janice (who apparently thinks I should wash my face–long story), and Gregiepoo (w/ his girlfriend Valerie).

That’s about it for the weekend though. Now, I have Monday ahead of me.