WAG - Come in Mission Control
Can You Read Me?
Looking around the largely abandoned Pershing Computer Lab, I am fairly sure I got back to Columbia alright from the Independence Bowl trip.
The schedule said we wouldn’t be getting back till 11:00 p.m., but it was closer to 11:30 – which isn’t great, but is much better than I was guessing.
Most of us were tired, zoned out, etc. Spending roughly 12 hours on a bus will do that – especially, in an attempt to save time, they don’t let anybody off after 6:30 p.m.
Anyway, I unloaded the bus, asked someone to give me a ride to Cramer, turned in my uniform, found the person who was going to give me a ride had forgotten and/or didn’t understand me in the first place, got another ride, dropped my stuff off, went out for pizza with a handful of friends who were sticking around in town a bit longer, read for a bit, and crashed around 1:30 a.m.
Since the majority of my memories for the last 12 hours are fuzzy at best, that’s why I’m only now starting to believe I made it.
But what of my Bowl Game memories - fuzzy and otherwise?
I took lots of notes during the trip. I will do my best not to make it too long, but there are several random rants and observations I’d like to get into.
I also kept a running log of interesting comments from the trip. These aren’t just from me and my friends. They also come from Hotel Security Guards, Police Officers, and more.
In a couple of hours, I’ll be pulling out once more and heading back to Sullivan for a few days before cruising back to MU.
Though life may never slow down, I never have to worry about it getting boring.
Especially when you have a $25 per diem, a police escort follows you everywhere, and the whole trip you have an aching feeling you’re going to end up spending your New Years in a parking lot.
Now THAT’s is, and was, a recipe for a good time.
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