Big bands and long nights

I am tired.

I definitely have not been living the collegiate lifestyle, as was painfully obvious this weekend. I am proud of myself, though. I managed to stay up until 3:15 on Friday night, and 2:00 on Saturday night. Both nights were entertaining. Friday night PMA had our ritual, and we initiated a bunch of people I don't know very well. That's fine with me, though. They were a quiet bunch and didn't say much, but that's OK, too. Gamma Beta already has its share of loud-mouths. I would have gone to bed after that, but Lester, being the amazing person he is, managed to find some Goose Island Honker's Ale, so I stayed up long enough to enjoy a bit of that.

Saturday night brought the 2nd Annual PMA Big Band/Polka Bash up at Higher Ground. My trombone was very happy to get some attention, and a lot of people showed up. I believe we raised somewhere around $250 for the Branden Atherton Memorial Fund. I ran into my ol' Freshman roomate Russ, and we did some catching up.

As I headed back to Rosemount, traveling through the rain that's been persistent all weekend, I was in a somber mood. The last few times I've been back to Eau Claire, I didn't mind leaving. But as I headed out of town, something didn't feel right. Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was the double cheeseburger and sundae at Culver's. I don't really know, but I feel as if I'm waiting for the next thing to happen. I want to be settled somewhere, get a job and start re-establishing myself. I've been living in limbo for the last 5 months...doing someone else's job, living in someone else's room...It's time to be out on my own again.