It's a Saturday night at Harris-Millis and you know what that means. Hordes of variously impaired students are filtering in and out of the dorms, either coming or going to further achieve cerebral enhancement of some form. I had already made it back to my floor at around 1:30 and was "straight chillin" in a friends room with four other people, probably about to call it a night when a knock came at the door. It was not particularly alarming as my friend Joe was expecting another guest.
However more than one new person entered the room. One was the expected acquaintance and the other was a fairly nondescript guy who looked at least a little out of it and had no shoes. This in itself was not too surprising as it would have been perfectly normal for my friend's friend to bring along a couple people. This was not the case and the guy promptly dropped his bag and then curled up and passed out on one of the beds. After some inquiry it was discovered that this guy was not invited and had just followed his way into the room.
After attempting to wake this unknown dude who had crashed in the room, he declared that it was "His bed, and shouldn't have to get up" We followed up the question of his name and were granted the following response:
"Right now..................its Steve" At this point it became clear that Steve's night had clearly been enhanced by something a little stronger than usual, in other words, he was tripping hard. The expected questioning ensued: "Where are your shoes?", "What are you doing here?", "Where are you living?". Apart from asserting that he lived "here", it became clear that Steve was in no mood for answering these terribly prying inquiries. After he continued to assert that we were all dick heads for trying to make him get up, it was decided that Steve's stay on Millis 3 low had to be ended.
Tyler and I then guided him down stairs to the lounge where we set him up on a couch. We also noticed a random pair of shoes and socks at the entrance to Harris/Millis. One mystery had been solved. With Steve now safely on a couch we thought that we had fulfilled our responsibility to our fellow student and we were sure that Steve's quest had come to an end.
We were wrong. Maybe twenty minutes later, traveling through the lobby again. We saw the intrepid Steve had switched locations to the local ping pong table and used two pizza boxes in the place of pillows. I can't make this shit up.
By now there was a small group formed around him attempting wake this mysterious fellow. Steve did finally come around and he was born a new man entirely. Invigorated with sudden energy, hed suddenly decided that he had to make it back to his dorm which we discerned was on the "Back Five" of Trinity Campus. For those not familiar with geography of University of Vermont, it is a friggin trek to get back there from Harris/Millis.
Despite the protests and alternate suggestions from the onlookers, Steve headed out the door into the vast and dark campus, determined to finish the trip back home.
I'm sure that the events that I witnessed were only a small portion of Steve's epic quest that night, and I honestly have no idea how it ended but I sincerely hope he made it to wherever he was headed in one piece.
1 comment:
That's a pretty funny story. I wonder what made him think that Harris-Millis was in any way Trinity. Plus the fact that he just followed some random people to some random room is also quite hilarious. I wonder what other shenanigans he got into on the way back to Trinty.
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