There’s something to be said for school spirit. The University of Chicago, god love it, had none. At least none in the traditional sense. Our school spirit mostly revolved around the Reg, Soc, and bragging about how late we stayed up to write our papers the night before. (Bragging about how much whiskey you added to the tea you were drinking in the 9AM class for which you had stayed awake all night writing a paper, while not encouraged, also happened on occasion. Blaise Misztal, I’m looking at you.)
The University of Michigan, on the other hand, has school spirit to spare. Really, it does. Maize and blue are very nice colors, but do you really need to paint a house blue with a maize roof?
Anyway, I went out to the midwest, picked up Tazo in Cleveland, and we headed off to Ann Arbor (where, it happens, his fiancee is living at the moment) for a weekend of hanging out and watching sports and all kinds of fun. A few notes:
- Ann Arbor is a lot like Morgantown (which is the home of West Virginia University, and very near my family’s place in West Virginia), with a lot more money. Same feel, same basic idea all around, but richer.
- There are a whole lotta white people there
- I may still be hungover from the weekend; BUT
- Damn if Taz and I aren’t a pretty good team at Beirut. I am convinced that this is, in some way, due to prolonged exposure to the Titcombs.
Taz and me
Taz and me. Again.
Taz and Edny. Funny how much better this picture is…