Waking up on the first day of our lives as real adults, we were off to a rough start. Okay, rough is subjective. Let’s recap.
I get back to the dorms, and Melissa starts ranting about how dehydrated she is. She showed me this disgusting Martin coffee cup full of water next to her bed and just goes “I was going to drink out of that. That’s how dehydrated I am right now.” So after we had showered and become closer to looking like human beings, we get the bright idea to walk to breakfast. Now, a little background, we had to be out of our dorms by noon. Time check: 11:00. By the time we walk to Morning Sun Café, this delightful little place about a mile away from the dorm, it’s around 11:20. We order our food, down some water, down some coffee (around 3 cups each, nbd, we don’t have a problem or anything). It’s 11:30. We still don’t have our food. Yikes. We finally get our food, scarf it down (a literal feat for Melissa), and it’s almost 11:45. Being that we were in a tired, confused state still (“Doesn’t my nail polish look like Ohio?” “No, it’s more like Wisconsin”), we have another bright idea to use our running skills to run back to the dorms. It’s raining. We’re also wearing flip flops.
So picture this: two girls, running down High Street, barefoot, flip flops in hand, in the rain, continuously blurting out things along the lines of “What are we doing? We are idiots!” As the Bell Tower chimes, Melissa spits out a gem. “I feel like Cinderella trying to get back before 12!” Theme of the day.
We did finally make it back to good old Symmes Hall before the noon deadline, just in time to open our door before our keys stopped working. At this point, alarms are going off all over the place, people are running around, our stuff is still not packed, and we just start throwing stuff in boxes. Long story short, we are not out of our dorm until 1 PM. So much for that deadline.
Now the rest of the day is spent attempting to unpack and make some sense out of our house. After moving stuff in all day, I am exhausted. At one point, I literally just laid on whatever I could find and just flopped down, exhausted. All day I was just like “Why am I so tired?” and Melissa had to keep reminding me “It’s probably because you have mono…” Whoops. #monoproblems
On this first day, I also discovered Melissa’s impeccable sense of direction. As we are leaving to get random stuff at WalMart (the first trip of many), she turns down Bonham road “This goes to WalMart, right? I want to take some sweet country roads!” I tried to tell her that it actually was the opposite direction of the way we wanted to go, but I just went with it, trusting she kind of knew what she was doing. We ended up taking a 7 mile detour on Death Loop (a running loop that tends to be pretty hilly) and trying to cut through some neighborhoods, running a stop sign on the way (“Townies are gonna hate me.”) Eventually, we got to WalMart, but by then, I knew that if she turned the wrong way, it wasn’t because she knew a nifty little shortcut I wasn’t aware of, but it was because she literally didn’t know where she was going. “Never….Eat….Soggy…Waffles…we’re going the right way!” “…No Melissa, that’s actually West.” And picture all of this with John Mayer playing in the background. Yup, story of the day.
By the time we get back from WalMart, we are hungry, tired, and ready for bed (maybe that was just me). So we hit up Fiesta Charra, usually a hoppin’ place in Oxford….at 4:30. We are literally the only ones in the restaurant. At least we got our food in like 10 minutes! So over the course of the day, all we really ate was breakfast and dinner- both feasts. Taking this rest week seriously.
We head back to our house, which still doesn’t have power (minor detail), flop down on the couches, and crack open some drinks we stole from the house next door. Being as tired as we were, we turned in around 10:30. But really, after about 3 hours of sleep the night before, we needed it.
That’s all for now…I’m sure we’ll eventually get the hang of this whole responsible adult thing.