Dinty Rides Again and Other Tales From The County

Good evening Gentlemen. I am now safely within the borders of Aroostook County after an arduous journey from the Finger Lakes region. What's left of Athena A fills 3 totes in the entryway to my house. I did get to some adventures though on the drive up. Took my brother to New York City for pizza and Bo Burnham. Saw my Alfred friends in Connecticut. Also met up with the one and the only Sir Ton Ton of Nuzzles. Oh sorry, I meant to say Graduated Sir Ton Ton of Nuzzles.

That reminds me actually. Tony, I got an update on that Colby bus. For Ian's sake allow me to first explain that while Graduated Tony and Graduated Tyler celebrated their Graduatedness in the Old Port, we were not alone. Colby had the good grace to send it's senior class to Portland to celebrate with the assorted spirits and festivities the Old Port has to offer on a Monday night. Thus the streets were filled with these Colby people who were all any number of sheets to the proverbial wind. After I left you Mr. Nuzzo, my brother invited me to join him at the local Denny's, for milkshakes and other late night goodies. When we got there, we found a wait staff braced for a storm. They had been called and told that a bus full of drunk Colby kids was bearing down on them. They asked if I'd seen them in town and I told them the truth, it going to be a total shit show.

Well I enjoyed my meal of biscuits and gravy and wouldn't you know the lush bus never arrived. We brought it up with one of the staffers while we payed for our food and he explained to us that the bus driver had cancelled the food stop. Apparently the illustrious Colby scholars had made the decision to use every seat in the bus as their puke bucket. A sort of chain reaction of one person covering another in vomit making them puke on another person and pretty soon things are getting out of hand. We'll go ahead and refer to it as Liquor Dominoes. Anywho, the bus driver informed the Denny's that they would not be stopping and also that they would have to pressure wash the bus in the morning.

Now that I'm done filling your minds with terrifying imagery, let's move on to County matters. The Havu's arrived in the County on Friday night in order to attend this years MSSM graduation. They stayed at Sharon's so I stopped by and stayed up until 3 AM having some brews with the Jimmy James Havu who is apparently an avid reader of our fine blog. I don't know why that surprised me, of course he'd already found us. Hello James, nice to have you hear. How's your mum?

Anywho we went to MSSM graduation which is just so much better than University graduation by a lot. I really hated Alfred's graduation ceremony (I'll rant about that later). Their keynote speaker was Dale Dintaman by popular request of the Senior Class. Believe it or not he went ahead and delivered the finest graduation speech I've ever had the pleasure to sit through. My favorite bit, paraphrased I admit:

"I was asked to do this speech in February, so I've had several months to prepare it. After so many years here at the MSSM, watching all of you work so hard on all of your assignments, I wanted to show this speech the same level of seriousness and commitment that any of you would show on your McCartney papers. So I wrote it last night, with two cans of Redbull and a Mountain Dew"

The entire Alumni section gave a standing ovation right there. It was awesome. Then they handed out the diplomas, so Dan and I looked up how to clap the morse code for M S S M.  Then we headed to the reception where I almost immediately spilled an entire cup of steaming hot coffee on Mr. Berz. He didn't seem to mind. A shotgun of random Alums were there, it was awesome to see all of them. I talked to McCartney about Alfred Boffer Club. Exchanged game ideas. Luke Shorty talked to all of us about planning a big Alumni reunion in Limestone next summer. Could be interesting.

Dan made me take this picture. I'm glad he did.

Then I went across the border because Liz and James had to say hi to Karl and Theresa at the Lakeside Lodge. Then we headed back to the Gerrish abode, making sure to pick up a bunch of Chinese food and beer. Then I stayed up until 2 AM drinking beers and enjoying good company. I've been doing these graduations every year except one since our own graduation. It's always kind of surreal, because for a couple days I'm steeped in MSSM everything, people/culture/politics. Then Sunday comes and I remember I graduated 4 years ago and everyone lives all over the goddamned place.

Well now I got to figure out how to live in the County again. Going to start the summer job hunt this week. See how that goes. Good night Gents.

A Little Late now, but... I graduated and stuff too!

Partly because I just read Tyler's post and partly because I just watched the last ever episode of the Office, I decided to make a semi-sentimental post about graduation stuff. Here goes nothing. 

Graduation felt pretty weird, I will say that for sure. Standing around with folks from my department in our gowns and stuff I found myself snapping a couple of random pictures on my phone before we marched in just because it felt so surreal. 

Here's a picture of Dave. Hi Dave!

Anyways, my whole family came up for the graduation marathon (literally an entire day full of stuff). Even my grandmother was able to make it which was totally awesome because she is 90 and not only was it awesome to have her there but it was a huge milestone for her personally. Lawrence Bender, the guy who produced a bunch of Quentin Tarantino films (including pulp fiction and Django) was the speaker at our ceremony which was kinda cool. There was a ceremony in the morning where us engineer types got fancy metals because everyone has to have additional bling at graduation, that's just standard now. There was also a luncheon for the ECE department where we were awarded 3rd place for our senior project, wahoo! We even got $50. Nice. 

The one weird thing about graduation was that after the ceremony, I walked out and didn't realize that it was the last time I would see a lot of folks. So, I just straight up forgot to say any good-byes what so ever. Too bad really, a couple of the guys are older and have families so my chances of running into them is pretty damn small. Most people I will see though because Maine.

After that was all over, my folks left and I stuck around Orono. Thinking something might happen, it actually didn't... so I ordered a pizza and fell asleep. Graduating is tiring. The next day our friend Asa had a grad party out at his place on Schoodic Lake where he grew up. Just a small gathering of friends and family out in the middle of nowhere Maine.

Looks kind of like a hobbit house, am I right?

Asa's dad also had a beautiful timber frame garage/workshop he built where we stayed for the night. There was lots of great good, beer and laughing. It was a great time. 

Fast forward a week or so and I almost kinda sorta have a place to live. After looking at about half a dozen places (and a bazillion craigslist ads) in southern Maine I finally found one that appears to work. I definitely saw some weird stuff and a lady who is wayyyy too into her dogs. Let this also be a lesson to you, just because there is an ad on craigslist does NOT mean the person will respond to you. Also, just straight up call someone if you find an ad you like. Do not fiddle around with e-mailing them, rely on e-mail only as an additional route to contact the person. I found this out the hard way. 

I'll be living in Westbrook with two girls, both recent graduates who are working in the area. The place is pretty nice and it's actually brand new, we're the first people that will be living there. The girls have been there for a few months and needed a new roommate. It's only a few miles from work, which is sweet but it is further from Portland than I was initially intending on. Anyways, I'm pumped about it and it technically even has a garage.... but right now they just park in it. I'm not saying anything yet, but hopefully I'll slowly convince them to hand the garage over to me. It's kinda small though so maybe not but we'll see. The whole finding a place thing is MUCH easier if you already have roommates by the way. Just word of advice on that. 

Now I'm cleaning out my room at home and forcing myself to throw away junk that I've kept for umpteen years. Question. What is a 22 year old supposed to do with a bunch of die-cast model cars? Honestly. They're like 10+ years old and have been on display (collecting dust) in my room since then. They aren't valuable enough to sell, they aren't cool enough to give away and they're awkward and fragile enough to be a pain in the arse. Never buy your kids die cast models man. Just don't do it. I have found some pretty cool stuff and there are a couple of sweet toys that I am having a hard time parting with. Yes, I am looking at you Super Armatron. That thing is so cool, I even took it apart one time and it's all mechanical. The joysticks are actually on linkages that shift gears to make the arm change position and every joint is just on a slipping clutch thing so when you get to the end of its range of motion the whole arm just shakes and rattles while it slips.

SO YEAH. Oh, my sister got engaged too. Hooray! Man, that life thing... that happens quickly. Anyways, with the summer now officially in full swing and a new life chapter emerging, I will make a better effort to blog my exploits with you gents. Now, to southern Maine and beyond! 

Final Days

Looks like I'm going to graduate boys. Got my grades in and as it turns out C's really do earn degrees. I was really on the edge the past few weeks and I'm happy I was able to pull myself back from it.

The family is now bunked up in the freshmen dorm near my apartment. We're going to Niagara Falls in the morning since it is two hours away and the relatives haven't been there. Having trouble sleeping so thought I'd make a quick post.

Really kind of avoiding bed since I know we're going to really dig into packing the apartment up tomorrow. As a result I know this apartment will not look the same when I go to bed next time and will be completely cleaned out come Saturday. I've lived here for the past two years so it's kind of a bummer to see it all go out. Had some very good times here, you can tell because we tend to hang good time souvenirs on the walls/ceilings. There are white boards covered in quotes, flags from the Civil War, a diagram of Wisconsin cheeses, a tea bag hanging from the ceiling, a plastic owl with sunglasses, a pencil drawing by a strange engineer type we all nicknamed "Capt. Gravity" and a giant cast iron metal ring referred to only as "The Inside Joke". Makes me think of all the Lower A relics. The thing is that this apartment, for the past year, has been a sort of nerd capital. Most people we hang out with just called it HQ. It is where you could be assured that the party would have an optimal number of obscure references and large drunk boffer games around 2 AM. Tomorrow it all comes down and moves out and I'm gonna miss it.

Oh well. So it goes.