The Whites

Alright, yeah. I guess I should probably tell y’all about the trip now, shouldn’t I? Well, I showed up on Saturday morning last week to find that my polypropalene long underwear had been stolen. Why and by who? I don’t know. Eliza and Erin were more than generous enough to each loan me a clean pair though… and I thank them for that.

That night was spent in Boston, we got there early in the afternoon, checked into our hotel, and then went to the aquarium. Unfortunately, Amanda and I had to room with Jess, Zumra, and Maggee. But the aquarium was fun. Joshie, Eliza, Eric, and myself all stuck together (at the aquarium) and we were naming the penguins. There was a bald penguin, that one was May. Then another one came along and shoved baldie out of the way, so that one was Schultsie. Then there was one with big tufts of wild, yellow hair that was flapping its wings around and squaking as loud as it could. That one was me *big cheesy grin*. The one kind of sticking its head into the wall was Erin. And the one that wouldn’t eat? Yep, that was Brandon.

Poor Brandon. Up at Carter, they were calling him a Nazi (in a joking sort of way though), and it turns out he’s half Jewish.

Anyway, back at the hotel, while everyone else claimed a spot in either the pool or the hottub, Amanda, Erin, and myself claimed temporary ownership over the treadmills in the weight room. Since there were only 2 treadmills though, Amanda marched behind me, and May came in later and marched behind Erin. And we “da dum”ed the tune to The Ants Go Marching or whatever the hell that song is called, and it was fun.

The next morning, we drove up to the lodge at Pinkham Notch. It was reminiscent of the place we stayed in at Frost Valley in 6th grade. I was privaleged with rooming with Eliza, Erin, and Gen. Hell yes. We got the biggest room (everyone was jealous). I had top bunk, Gen had bottom, and Erin and Eliza shared the queen sized bed. That night was peaceful. The next day, 60+ snot-nosed seventh graders on a school trip took up residence. I will never forget when Dugan barked at that poor little boy.

We were walking down the hall, and Dugan swore to us he was going to bark at a random kid. The funny part was, I thought he was joking. A little kid, no taller than my shoulder, was walking down the hall the oppposite direction of us. Apparently, the kid was giving Dugan dirty looks. The second their shoulders brushed, Dugan snapped his head in the kids direction, scrunched up his face in a gnarled scowl, and said…

ROWGHRFTHGH!

The poor kid looked like he was going to soil his pants three times over. It was still funny as all hell though.

And you know what? I’m tired. I’m officially labeling this entry as TO BE CONTINUED…

February 16th, 2003 | E-Team, Friends | Leave a response