This weekend was a true testament of an truly unique adventure; one probably unable to be accomplished with anyone other than the group I was with. The weekend was looking up, as I was going to my brother's apartment (as usual protocol for Fridays after classes). I learned that we were planning to see the 8:15 showing of Borat at the Premier, since the theater in State College did not have the movie (which was stupid beyond belief) . Rich decided to tag along because he had no dinner plans and the movie would be a bonus. One thing to know about Rich is that he hates the cold more than anyone on campus, which helps out later.

We arrived at the apartment and had a nice, quick dinner and left for the bus stop at College and Allen. The group had now enlarged to my brother Ryan, his friends Jimmy, Chris, Ryan A, Steve, Cynthia, Pete, and Cody. We were about to cross College Ave when the bus for the Nittany Mall drives off without us. We then proceeded to wait for the next hour, waiting for another bus out. By the arrival of the next bus, about 10 more college students (all going to see Borat) and 10 kids were waiting for the same ride out to the mall, which made a very cramped bus situation.

The bus arrived at the Premier and a stampede began to reach the ticket booth. We made good time, but we still couldn't get there before the shows until 10:00 were sold out. We got the 10 p.m. tickets and now had to find something to busy ourselves for the next hour and a half. Cody told us about a Big Lots nearby and we agreed to waste time in there, as well as get some cheap snacks. Instead of going along the paved roads of the oh-so-beautiful asphalt, we chose to cut through an unlit field of weeds and tall grass, seeing that it will save time. The task became more arduous than previously imagined, since many of the weeds had grown thorns and the ground was very rugged. I began to complain in the usual way about why we chose to do this, when I stumbled and fell face-first into a thorn bush. I got up quickly, and noticed a branch of the dagger-weed lodged itself along my nose. I yelled, "There are thorns in my DAMN NOSE!" Which brought a rousing chuckle to the group. I then noticed I was bleeding and began my obscenities once more, now including the fact that my nose was bleeding at a pretty quick pace.

We finally left the field and I got my brother to remove the hellish twig and then headed to Big Lots to for more fun. I couldn't find the bathroom, so the next logical step for my brother and I was to bust open a bottle of soap and use it to clean myself up. Another bad idea, since my hands were now covered in a concoction of soap and blood. Cynthia found a bathroom for me, and I finally cleaned off my nose and stopped the bleeding. We continued looking around in the store, where I got some candy for the movie.

Because we didn't learn our lesson the first time, we went back through the field to get to the Premier. This route was a little different, bringing more hills and holes. The biggest hill was at the beginning, and we went in a row over the slope with an almost vertical drop. My brother went and got down fine, Cynthia went next and fell at the end, toppling Ryan over in the process. I began going down about then and tried to sidestep around the two fallen bodies, but there was a hole that I could never expect. I tripped on it's edge and fell backwards, almost into it. My limbs were out of it, but my torso was covering rather large hole that I couldn't feel the bottom of. I managed to get up and out of the field with now more troubles. We saw Borat, which truly exceeded my expectation of it.

The last situation of the night was the bus ride back. We left the theater around 11:35, and the last bus left at 11:30, which left us stranded. We weren't shocked over this, since we had a good idea that we would most likely miss the bus if we watch the 10:00 show. Thus began out trek back to campus, which only one person in our group knew how to navigate, Cody. The walk home was winding and, synonymous with the night, long and physically draining. The walk was covered in about 2 hours, and the distance, as calculated by Jimmy with Google Earth, was 6.4 miles. There were many back roads taken in it, and the consensus was that if a horror movie-esque event was about to happen in out lives, it would have occurred that night. Highlight of the evening was Chris' statement, "Lets do the first mistake in all horror films, split up." We passed multiple farms, one had the sound of pigs being slaughtered inside. Around then, we lost Steve and Ryan A, which caused more worry, as they didn't answer their phones.

Everyone got home safely, and the moonlight of that spectacularly-cold Friday night was a cool thing for our walk home. Most of my face had gone numb, but we all had a good time. This weekend was certainly a memorable time, one that will be loved and remembered. Remember to have an upbeat look on life, since seeing how shitty it was is a lot less fun that remembering all the fun we had.

If anyone made it through this post, my praise to you.