My very first Mifflin Street Block Party, freshman year of college, we made some shitty, warm, rum (I believe), mixed drinks in our dorm room, before we left. We sat on our de-lofted beds (so convenient for when we stumbled home that evening and passed out) and sucked down our beverages. Then, at around 10am we went down to Mifflin. Everything is a little foggy after that, but one thing I'll never forget (and my Bro will never let me forget) is what happened after I spotted my Brother across the street, it was his senior Mifflin, with a bunch of his college friends, some who had yet to meet me. I waved and as I went to cross the street my sandal malfunctioned and I sorta' tripped off of the curb. My Brother says he turned to his friends and said, "...and that's my sister!" I did make it across the street and I told him I wasn't tanked (hmm) it was just that my sandal does that -- he'll never believe me.
I can remember little things about every year, who was there, how long we made it, who puked, but I came across this silly little poem I wrote after my sophomore Mifflin, and I had to post it because just reading it again freshens my memories from that year and makes me excited about tomorrow.
Woke up today - random songs in my head,
tried to remember all the shit that I did.
Friday night it was party time,
drank it up with good friends of mine.
Saturday started with some mixed nuts,
I had some strange bruises and a few cuts.
We rallied our troops and got some eats,
peace and marijuana rallies on State Street.
Off to Mifflin we were headed,
the thought of alcohol we kinda’ dreaded.
Caught up with some people we haven't seen in a while,
found Timmy and Neibs who flew in from OHIO.
The weather was perfect, the mood was just right,
I almost wish I'd stayed late into the night.
But Arrested Development we had to see
and let me say: "It was pert-near keeey!"
Was a crazy weekend, great seeing you all!
Now back to bed - I may have to crawl.
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