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Me and Willie, we go way back. 

Big banner hanging in Norris Center, the student union building. 

This area used to be called Norris Underground.  It has a new name now.  I used to like to sit at these tables to read between classes.

My dorm freshman and (most of) sophomore year.  A great place with lots of wacky traditions like Panquake, Illumihinman, That's Stupid. 

Many, many hours were spent by me in Annie May Swift Hall.  Between classes and time at WNUR, the radio station where I had a show all through college, I could be found in AMS at all hours of the day or night.  As far as I am aware, it is also the only orange building at Northwestern and looks kinda weird among all of the grayer buildings.

Willard Residential College, the dorm where I lived for the rest of my time in Evanston.  Nothing much has changed, I was able to get all through the building without a key.  

The Willard Common Room.

The Willard TV lounge was right across the hallway from the room I shared on the third floor.  While I was there was an overwhelming odor of burned popcorn in the room, emanating from the microwave in the corner.  The microwave was gone and so was the smell.  My friends and I used this room as an extension of our own rooms.

Willard room 301- full of bittersweet memories.  It faces a room on the boys' hallway known as Lost Horizons.  These rooms are tucked into the corner of the building, where it turns a corner.  My room is one of a few in the building with a private, full bathroom.   The RAs often forgot, or didn't know about the bathroom and one time, we threw a birthday party for a friend on the football team and loaded the bathtub up with ice and bottles of alcohol.  We charged a $3 cover charge.  When the RAs busted it up, they thought the bathroom door led to a closet so they never opened it to check.  They didn't find any alcohol in the room.  Hee hee...

I also lived in room 503, across from the laundry room.  I used to wash dishes in that sink.  In addition to my own laundry, I also did wash for a few of my male friends.  They'd leave it in my room and I'd wash, dry and fold it.  I realize now I should have charged them but I didn't.  It always bothered me that there weren't twice as many dryers as washers.  The wash cycle took 26 minutes and to dry anything took an hour.  There was always a backlog of people waiting for dryers and if the dryer stopped and you weren't there, people would take your stuff out.

My friend, Chani, and I at the Rock.

Hottie coach Pat Fitzgerald at the Pep Rally Friday night.

NUMB performing at the Pep Rally

NUMB guys beating their chests during the performance of "Tarzan Boy"-- a NUMB tradition

Alumni tailgate

This one is from the NU web page... I was standing behind those sousaphones.

Whenever the team scores, the cheerleaders do pushups.  I felt kinda bad for them, it was a high scoring game.  48 pushups is a lot.

Halfway through the third quarter, the cops starting lining up along the sidelines to stop the students from rushing the field (the way we did back in my day.  Crikey, I'm flipping old!)  So, as an alternative, I guess, the team now comes over to the student section and they sing the fight song along with the students.  It was pretty cool.

I didn't plan this shot, but I like it.

The Cats leave the field victorious.

Awwwwww yeah!

Leaving the reunion party,Wayne and I were sitting on the sidewalk waiting for Chani to find her jacket so we could leave.  A big Hummer (I think) pulls out and the guy on the left gets out.  I was looking at him because he looked really familiar.  He made a comment to the guy on the right, something about how I must not expect a guy like him to get out of a car like that.  I spoke up and said no, that he looked familiar.  I got up and introduced myself and he asked if I was a member of his class and I said yes.  Who is he?  Barry Gardner!!!  Former Wildcat.  Gardner is an eight-year veteran and has played for three other teams in the Philadelphia Eagles, Cleveland Browns, and New York Jets. Nevermind that his name is hanging in my Northwestern/Chicago bathroom.  Who is that with him? Adrian Autry, another Wildcats football legend. 

I am such a dorky fangirl.



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Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC)
Great set of photos - looks like you guys had a blast.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:21 pm (UTC)
We had an awesome time.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:19 pm (UTC)
Did you bring marshmallows for the game?

Heh, laundry. I hated that there weren't more dryers, too. I remember one time I had a pair of underwear stolen at the Plex in the laundry area. Only one pair, and out of the WASHER. I would think, if one were going to steal underwear, wouldn't one either want them completely clean and dry or (eek) used and not clean? Not wet and clean?

And why pink cotton briefs, honestly. I don't have any sexy underwear and didn't then either. It makes me feel silly.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:23 pm (UTC)
No marshmallows for me...

I was so wishing you were there. :(

Yeah, your underwear story doesn't make much sense. Admittedly, I stole towels out of the laundry room at Willard. Being right across the hall, I had a pretty good idea on a day to day basis of what had been sitting there for awhile. There were three (really nice) forest green towels that sat on one of the tables for like a month. I washed them a couple times (thinking if they were abandoned, there must be something yucky on them) and added them to my stash. Bad Juli!!!! (I think I still have them!!!)

Edited at 2008-10-22 04:23 pm (UTC)
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:26 pm (UTC)
Heh, I lifted towels once from the Opera where I used to work. They had been donated by some rich people who were redecorating and wanted a tax writeoff. They were intended for the young opera singers but none of them wanted them. So I took 'em. I figured, I was making less money than the opera singers, I can have some towels. ;)

I think a month is OK to take those towels, I don't see anything wrong with that.

I think my underwear had been unattended in the washing machine for all of about thirty minutes.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:29 pm (UTC)
The underwear thing is really creepy and you're right, I'd think the thief would either be interested in dirty or completely clean and dry. Very strange indeed.

Guess who is my friend over at facebook? Darnell Autry. I giggled like a little girl when he approved my request.

Again, fangirl dork.

Didn't you date him?
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:31 pm (UTC)
No, but I would've if he'd asked, probably. :) He was in my acting class, and we lived together in the same frat over the summer of 1995 (Lambda Chi Alpha), and we played a coupla truth-or-dare games there. Kissing was as far as it got.

My favorite thing about Darnell was he was always so nice and trying to get me to cheer up.

Facebook isn't accessible on my office network so I keep forgetting to get out there but I should. I miss Darnell. :D
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:40 pm (UTC)
Oh Meg, you have such better stories than I do...
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:41 pm (UTC)
Not so! I love your stories! :) You know what, I didn't even remember the $3 party. Perhaps I didn't go!

And you know what else, my best stories I can't even tell because I might incriminate myself or someone else. I bet you have some of those too.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:58 pm (UTC)
I spent most of the night of Kardos' party in the hallway, collecting money with Tim Moss, who was trying to keep me from drinking.

Were you at Brad Wadle's party at the Blue Whale where I ended up on a couch with Chad Phillips? I remember next to nothing about that night but the stories I've been told, yikes. Major embarrassment.

Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:00 pm (UTC)
Ah, it was a Kardos party. That would explain why I wouldn't have been told about it.

Yes, I was totally at Brad's party. I remember as soon as I got into the apartment, one guest we both know who was already a little toasted whooshed past me, slid down on his knees, and announced directly to me, "I just want to say, you have the most AMAZING breasts," and ran off. Interesting way to start a party, anyway!
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:03 pm (UTC)
Let's see, a breast comment and drunk... my guess would be that it was the same guy who was mixing my vodka and cranberry drinks, then throwing in a grape and encouraging me to slam the drink to get the grape.

Which oddly, would be the same guy who owned the bed I slept in that night-- alone-- because he went home with someone from the party and I was roomless at the moment.

Another notable moment from that party: apparently I managed to get past the body odor to bite your stalker.

Oooh, maybe now I'm thinking I could be wrong on my guess but I'm not sure because the new person I think it could have been didn't drink at the time.

Edited at 2008-10-22 05:05 pm (UTC)
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:06 pm (UTC)

Actually there were two guys who were drunk and made comments about my chest that night, but the one who made the comment I noted was *not* the one who was at eye-level with my chest. The one who made the comment I quoted has initials of JG.

The one who was at eye-level with my chest was the one who actually carried on a conversation with it, and then when it was pointed out to him that that was what he was doing, continued merrily along.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:13 pm (UTC)
Alas, both my guesses were wrong and it took some head scratching to arrive at the answer. Two years ahead of us and from the Chicago area? Often wore a tee shirt that said, "Fuck you, you fucking fuck"?

He never liked me much. I borrowed a CD from him and lost it and in retaliation he stole all of my Trixter tapes. I didn't even notice. Ooops.

Second person? Hmm.... did he often wear ribbons?
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:14 pm (UTC)
Yes and yes.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:08 pm (UTC)
Ooo, now I want to know who the "new person" is!
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:43 pm (UTC)
Ha, I almost forgot, that was the fall he was on the Sports Illustrated cover. I couldn't really afford big presents for my family so I bought that magazine and asked Darnell to sign it (which he very nicely did) and gave that to my dad for Christmas.

How's that for fun, kissing someone and THEN asking for their autograph?
Oct. 22nd, 2008 04:59 pm (UTC)
Man, I stalked him for weeks trying to get my copy (and my Wheaties box) signed. Sniffle. Wonder if I mail it to him now if he'd sign it?
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:01 pm (UTC)
I bet he would! I didn't know you all that well that fall. If I had known you were looking for autographs I'd have just brought the stuff to my acting class. :)
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:05 pm (UTC)
Apparently, he's doing very well now in real estate.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:07 pm (UTC)
That is cool. There were some people in college who were just nice to me without any particular need for them to be and I hope all of them are doing well.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:14 pm (UTC)
I don't really wish ill of anyone from school. I can't think of anyone who was intentionally mean to me. I mean, even my former roommate has her reasons, I think, for hating me so intently even ten years later. That just makes me sad.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:15 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I can't think of anyone I wish bad things for. Just that there are some I really hope are well, and some I just don't care quite as much whether they are.

I hope that makes sense.

But you were always unfailingly nice to me so I think you know which group you're in.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:19 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I agree. There are some I wonder about actively though.

Like John Wilk. He was listed on the "lost classmates" page. I wonder where he ended up every time I think of Abraham Lincoln, which is oddly quite frequently.

Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:39 pm (UTC)
Heh, I think of John whenever I think of Rocky Horror, because he and I were in the Chicago cast together for awhile.
Oct. 22nd, 2008 05:41 pm (UTC)
That's so funny about the hidden alcohol in the bathtub!
Oct. 23rd, 2008 02:00 pm (UTC)
Clever little children we were...
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