Holloween was…ok. That’s about it. The whole day pretty much panned out exactly as I would have expected it to and I learned a lesson that I didn’t really need to learn. I suppose I can write about it anyway. Who knows…usually when I start writing something I feel differently about it by the time I get to the bottom of the page.
So…It started on Friday. I could really go back farther, but I’ll start Friday. First, after band I had to go to a KKY rush. Well…I didn’t exactly have to go…I had to go if I want to be in the fraternity, and I do, so I had to go. Kappa Kappa Psi is an honors fraternity. It do have anything to do with fraternities in movies where there are crazy parties and people all living in a frat house with pizza stuck to the cieling…there is no such house with no such parties. An honors fraternity is basically an organization of people who serve another organization. For KKY the service is to the band. You join by going to the rushes, exhibiting charecteristics that the brothers like, and being invited in by getting a “bid.” Then you have to go through the top secret “process” in which there is absolutely no hazing. Anyway, I went to the rush because I wanted to join. It has a lot to do with the t-shirts that brothers get to wear.
After that me and my freinds from band who were also at the rush went on a “ghost walk” around campus. It’s no balogna: Lock Haven is the fourth most haunted place in Pennsylvania. There was a lot of bad things that happened here that we learned about on the tour, girls hanging themselves from the bell tower, people falling down elevator shafts, murders, and all the stories were true according to newspaper articles in the library. We had this big guy in leather pants and these huge platform boots with spikes on them for a tour guide and he walked us around campus and into the buildings where people claim to have seen or heard or felt ghosts. Anyway, we actually heard something that could have been a ghost. When we went into the basement of one of the buildings, there was a loud pounding on one of the doors, and there was no one behind the door. I’ve learned from TV that when you investigate paranormal activity you have to rule out all other explanations before you can claim it was something supernatural. I say it was a kid who lived in that building and knew our tour was coming through. He probably pounded on the door and ran away really quick. But who knows, maybe it was a ghost.
After that I went up with my freind toby to his building up on the hill to watch Japanese horror movies (Tobes is obsessed with the asians. don’t ask.) And when he was checking me in (guests must always be checked in to residence halls) we bumped into the guy who gave us the tour, he was in front of us in line getting checked in also so he could visit one of his freinds that lives in the building. Toby said Hi and we started talking. He asked me what we were doing for the night, and I said, watching japanese horror movies. “aaahh…” he said, as if something was cute, “night in? are you guys dating?”
I don’t know why it came as such a surprise to me as it did that someone would think we were together. Tobes, being the strait one, was the first to jump in with the “We’re just freinds.” When me and Toby were in the elevator after that he told me I had to have realised people would think that. I told him I honestly never thought about it, and it’s true. Now that I do it’s not a surprise. But whatever. Tobes isn’t the kind of person to care about it. He wasn’t even upset. We had our little japanese horror movie night and got the crap scared out of us by the japanese version of “dark water.” It was pretty much the same as the American one only mysteriously scarier. I think it was the subtitles.
So then we have the next day. Real Holloween. I was so busy that I really didn’t think about it all day. Since I have to march on the field during the half-time show of the football game, getting my band uniform on and getting my instrument all set up and marching up the hill to the stadium (we go parade style all the way up the hill) and then being in the show and then marching back down and taking my uniform off and such other things took up most of my time. It was as fun as every other football game (only a band geek could understand why such things as donning an uncomfortable uniform and marching around all day with a trombone and sitting in the stands playing stand tunes and also doing it in the rain could be fun) but had nothing to do with holloween or the rest of the story.
So then after that…it was party time. I didn’t really care to go to any parties but there were two that all my freinds wanted me to go to. I would have felt too pathetic if I just went back to my room and sat there by myself. I couldn’t hang out with Tobes either because he went home after the game (he’s an education major, that means if he ever gets caught drinking he gets in big trouble and has to change his major- you can’t be a teacher if you have that on your reacord). So I went with my freinds to the party. I planned to dress like Donnie Darko, but I couldn’t because the jacket that I needed to wear was covered in mud from when I went spelunking a few weeks ago and I never got around to cleaning it off. So I just wore the Donnie Darko shirt and a different jacket and I had to wear a bandana because I wore one under my uniform hat to keep it on (it’s too big, I head dreads when I was fitted for it) and I couldn’t take it off because then I’d have bandana hair.
So. I’m at the party. There was no alcohol there; there was a threat that someone would call the cops on the people who’s apartment it was so they didn’t have any alcohol there. I decided to go there for that reason, even though most (NOT ALL- I am good freinds with the hippie, the jesus, and the 80’s chick at the party) of the company would be disappointing. It was at a lesbian couple’s apartment; their roommates went home for the weekend. All of my other freinds went to this party at a frat house, so they could get drunk
What actually bothered me most about the night was the lesbian couple. I know they’ll never get on here and read this and I have no interest in maintaining any kind of freindship with either of them so I’ll go ahead and talk about them. We played this game. It’s late and I don’t feel like explaining it, but basically you go around in the circle and say things. I’m not exhaggerating when I say exactly every word out of both of their mouths had something to do with sex with each other, or at least sex in general. Everything. I was wondering if they were capable of talking about anything else. In fact by the time I left I was wondering if they did anything else. Have a relationship mayble? Who knows. I seriously didn’t want to think about them having sex that much. I texted Tobes and told him and he said yeah, that’s how he would have expected them to act. The bad part about this is that every little sex joke that anyone says gets a huge laugh by everyone in the room (I guess sex is hilarious) and even though I don’t think what they’re laughing at is funny, it’s hard not to laugh, or at least smile, when you’re surrounded by people who are laughing hysterically, and of coarse I can’t be called a kill-joy or a Debbie-Downer (unless I was perfect: 1 Peter 4:3-5. It’s something I’m supposed to deal with, not avoid).
Anyway…despite the fact that I was disappointed by yet another gay relationship making a bad name for the rest of us, and the fact that all of my freinds were drunk except the absent education major who used that as his only reason, and my phone vibrating all night with text messages that read something like “jpw’s ye kohjy” because the author was drunk, the worst part about the whole weekend is that I was not surprised.
The biggest surprise of the whole two days was that someone thought me and Tobes were together, and that only comes from me being naiive. I guess I can find relief in the fact that when I look back on these nights, I will have no regrets, and when I really think about it I guess it’s never going to be things like wild parties or fake laughing at stupid sex jokes that I’m going to remember, it’s going to be things like Japanese horror movie night with Tobes and laughing at someone because he thought we were together.
Basically Holloween is a pretty mediocre holiday. There’s not really anything behind it like the birth of Christ or the resurrection of the body that I can get into, I mean I know it came from that “all hallows eve” or whatever and it has to do with dressing up to scare off the spirits, but it’s really just about little kids trick-or-treating in a Power Ranger’s gettup (you’re welcome mom- that’s her favorite word). And there’s also carving pumpkins and going to haunted houses, but it’s all pretty routine and predictable. So predictable in fact that I don’t even feel differently about the subject now that I’m at the bottom of the page. I never really thought I would.