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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.



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!