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Chicagoland area, yeah. Like 200% of everybody else on campus, I'm from the dreaded NW Suburbs. I'm often confused by how few people seem to go to UIUC on Interference, especially because Chicago is such an enormous hub of U2 fandom; I found somebody else a few months ago, but a protracted absence from the forums sort of led to my forgetting what the hell his name/ID was... C'est la vie.
So, that said, it's damn good to find somebody else in the U-C who knows what's what, musically. You mentioned earlier that you weren't really on campus for the fireworks and all that, but did you ever find yourself on Green Street in Campustown during the first hour or so after the game ended? Holy Jesus...what a...I don't know....orgiastic explosion of mostly-peaceful celebration...? How those people got on the roof of Gameday is completely outside of my understanding. I'm glad that I can't drink, because (unlike everybody else out there) I'll actually have clear memories of everything. Taking pictures with the undercover cops was a blast, too.
Ha ha ha! Wild and crazy times, these. If only campus didn't smell like beer, piss, and vomit....as I'm sure it regrettably will for QUITE some time. Whatever.
A rhetorical question: why in God's name am I STILL on Interference when I have all this accursed work to do? A hint: don't take too many grad.-level classes. They are, unlike The Rog, not "The Shit"...they are simply "SHIT." Oh, and I've never heard The Rog preach, no...that would be something else, though. A preacher on the team instead of a criminal (Luther Head and Co. robbed an apartment like a block from mine, last year) or a deadbeat dad (Dee Brown/Deron Williams) or whatever the hell else everybody else is like.
So, that said, it's damn good to find somebody else in the U-C who knows what's what, musically. You mentioned earlier that you weren't really on campus for the fireworks and all that, but did you ever find yourself on Green Street in Campustown during the first hour or so after the game ended? Holy Jesus...what a...I don't know....orgiastic explosion of mostly-peaceful celebration...? How those people got on the roof of Gameday is completely outside of my understanding. I'm glad that I can't drink, because (unlike everybody else out there) I'll actually have clear memories of everything. Taking pictures with the undercover cops was a blast, too.
Ha ha ha! Wild and crazy times, these. If only campus didn't smell like beer, piss, and vomit....as I'm sure it regrettably will for QUITE some time. Whatever.
A rhetorical question: why in God's name am I STILL on Interference when I have all this accursed work to do? A hint: don't take too many grad.-level classes. They are, unlike The Rog, not "The Shit"...they are simply "SHIT." Oh, and I've never heard The Rog preach, no...that would be something else, though. A preacher on the team instead of a criminal (Luther Head and Co. robbed an apartment like a block from mine, last year) or a deadbeat dad (Dee Brown/Deron Williams) or whatever the hell else everybody else is like.
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