Nearly every weekend, the campus would clear out. It was summer, and people either went home, to the lake, or simply…elsewhere. Avery and I stayed one weekend, as we neither have cars nor homes nearby. So we embraced this something of an isolated existence and made a night of it.
We worked on projects and did things on our own for a while before going out to eat at Tin Drum in Tech Square. I had no idea what the food would be like, aside from Avery’s insistence that it was the absolutely best.
It turned out to be extremely good, and pretty. (I love pretty and yummy food.)
We talked about American Horror Story as the Strokes played, and when we had finished we went back to the dorms to watch movies. There were cookies and strawberry lemonade to top everything off.
At one point she decided to take out the trash, so we both went to get some fresh air. Buddy system and wandering around and admiring the sky and all that. When we got to the dumpster we were starstruck by the skyline and highway before us. It was like that scene from The Perks of Being a Wallflower, where Charlie comes out of the tunnel and sees the whole world lit up before him and all he can do is stare. He feels invincible, free, full of life and potential. It was like that.
And all we did was (quite literally) take out the trash.
We went back to her room again and after a while, friends down the hall returned from whatever ventures they had been participating in that evening. Several joined us in Avery’s room, and one even brought a guitar. They took turns with the instrument, thinking of songs to play and take turns singing. It was a dorm room jam session. It was like something out of a movie. It was so…college.