It’s been a while since I’ve been able to stretch three days out in a way that I came out of it feeling as though it was really four days. This might make sense soon, but then again, it might not. From Thursday evening through Saturday night life became one huge blur.

It all started with Homecoming where I was dragged onto a stage while looking awkward in my tails. I had been chosen at the last minute to represent the Community Development Council because the original Mr. CDC decided he didn’t have a tuxedo to wear. Meanwhile, my workout buddies — you know, the people with whom I go to the rec center to workout — were exercising, and that’s where I would rather have been. So, there I was. I went to a high school that never even had a homecoming, and so I had never been to a homecoming event. They wanted me of all people to stand there and look pretty. Yuck.

Once I was done with my homecoming duties, I ran to a spot where I could change and ripped off my tux faster than you could say “recreation center.” Next thing I knew, I was playing a game that I would might as well call Wet Tackle Hoops. That’s a game where we attempt to play basketball in a swimming poll, but we end up knocking each other down in the process.

After we were done with that, my night was far from over. A few of us then went to ’80s night at Masquerade. Thankfully, we had a designated driver. Matt got picked up by some girl who gave us all candy hearts. I nearly got picked up, but got a Barenjager lapel pin as a consolation prize. I think I was driven back home around 4ish, but I’m not sure exactly when it was I got back.

Friday began at eight in the morning. Why? That’s simply because that’s when my body decided it was time to get up. Sad. I gave Matt some time to wake up, but he was still having some problems recovering by the time I called him. All I knew was that I had a meeting at 2:30 and he was having trouble with his orientation-related motor skills. It’s not just that he was dizzy. He really couldn’t tell which way was up. This could be a problem.

By the time Matt picked me up to take me back to my car, it was about 2:00, and all things considered, it would take me more than a half hour to get to the meeting. That’s okay, because I knew the meeting was going to be one of those marathon meetings. It ended just past 5:00, and I had to immediately make my way up to Roswell, where I was supposed to lead my congregation in song because the Rabbi and Cantor were away on a retreat for the weekend. I was wearing an olive green suit with a bright red shirt and golden tie. Somehow I looked snazzy enough for a night on the town, but somewhat out of place in a synagogue whose members were of a bit more aged and conservative class than my schoolmates.

Under normal circumstances, my garb would be considered somewhat overdressed for the remainder of my night, which included a party in the Tech area and attendance at the Rocky Horror Picture Show at Lefont Plaza. My choice of colors, though, were entirely appropriate for the occasion. That evening, I could even out-snazz Dr. Patton, whose taste in clothing generally would make Calvin Klein and Kenneth Cole drool.

I got home that night past 4:00 and woke up at the amazingly late hour of 10:00 A.M. It was only Saturday, and I had to keep confirming this fact all throughout the day.

Saturday consisted of Brunch, of course. Yes, that’s Brunch with a capital “B.” Brunch lasted longer than normal, as we talked politics, law, and pop culture past closing time. Now, this particular Saturday was different because it consisted of more than Brunch. That evening, I took Matt to see Magda’s Senior Recital. I think I got home at midnight, but I’m not sure.

They were three very long days, but wonderful days with wonderful friends. It’s now Sunday night, and I have spent the entire day in the house contemplating the weekend. This coming week I have a major assignment due and a test in the same class. To say I’m prepared for either would be a mistaken assumption. Of course, I can’t say that I’m all too worried, either.