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Tradition can be a great thing. I’m not particularly religious, but you’ve gotta have traditions in your own life to keep a little bit of structure, and they give you great memories.
I’ve gone to the Notre Dame Dillon Hall Christmas Dance three years in a row now – and as most of you should know by now, I am not a student at the lovely school of Notre Dame. Dan goes there and Christmas time is the only real time during the school year I have a chance to see him. Needless to say, we make the most of our time together. Adventures and mischief are a must.
The first night I got to Notre Dame, Dan and I went to the annual s’mores-making get together put on by some girl’s dorm (Small side note: Notre Dame has around 8000 people and 29 dorms! what the hell?). All of a sudden, several of the girls walked away from the big grilles that we were roasting over, and stood shoulder to shoulder in two lines. I was like “Haha, are you guys a choir or something?” totally joking. Next thing I know they’re singing that Christmas song… the one about bells… I don’t know. Dan and I stood in front of them and acted like crazy conductors, swinging our arms around to the beat of the song, and then we gave up on that and just started doing interpretive dance. Some of the girls were laughing so hard they couldn’t even sing. It was great. On the last note of the song, we BOLTED outta there laughing our asses off.
You can’t swipe more than one person in per meal per ID card, so I have snuck into the Notre Dame cafeterias for every meal I have ever eaten there. I think the count is up to around 20. I’m like a freaking ninja.
The next day was the dance. I was all set because I had asked a girl the year before to be my date, so there was no need to scramble for one. Dan, in total Dan fashion, hadn’t even thought about getting a date until the day of the dance. We got back from dinner and called the girl I had asked to go with me from last year – she wasn’t there! Her roomie said she had just left for a movie. Great. We should have reminded her – she forgot the dance was that night and now we both needed dates with about 30 minutes before the start of the dance. One of Dan’s friends’ dates said she could call her roommates and maybe they’d come. She called, and they came. I don’t want to say too much, but it just wasn’t suprising that these girls were free on a Saturday night. There was nothing particularly bad about them… but there also was nothing especially good. They were pretty boring and definitely not our style, but hey… they were dates. We got to the dance and tried our best to have a good time with them, but they weren’t exactly the best dancers or dance partners for that matter. So, when “Yeah!” came on, I battled this friend of Dan’s in a huge circle in the middle of the dance floor – and I landed a backflip! The whole place went nuts. So much fun. After the dance, we went over to a little house party, and apparently we missed the excitement by about five minutes – some girl was plastered and nailed her head into a weird corner in the basement and was bleeding EVERYWHERE and had to go to the hospital. Yikes.
That night we stayed up until 4:30am with a bunch of Dan’s boys watching the OC on DVD. I had never really seen it – that is a great show! Adam Brody is a genius, very very funny. Sarcastic and witty, he always says exactly what I’m thinking. Love it!
Ok, enough nonsense. It was prank day. We enlisted the services of everybody’s favorite mexican sidekick. Roberto. We walked around one of the girls’ dorms and I would tell them we were long lost friends from 3rd grade or whatever. That was fun for some random nonsense and mischief. After that, we needed a real prank. We walked around campus a bit and devised a prank so cliche and old school, we just had to do it. We hung a rope from a balcony over an archway inside LaFortune (which is like the student union) with a piece of paper that said “Don’t Pull” on it, and at the top was a bucket of water in plain site. We didn’t really expect anyone to pull it because it was so obvious, but we set up our position and the scene so well that kids were loving it. We sat right next to the rope in a Starbucks looking right at it through a window, so when kids looked through the window just next to the rope they would see the three of us, looking extremely suspicious and blatantly hiding behind a book entitled “The Joy of Coffee”. It was hilarious and gave us about 2 hours of fun. Good times. I have made a very crude illustration so you can get a basic visual representation of the prank. Enjoy.
Listening to: Relient K – Be My Escape
