Veishea Stories: What a Weekend.

Well, Veishea weekend has come to a close, and I have to say I am relieved that there will be no more locked doors 24/7 in Maple. My friends and I all stayed safe, both Friday and Saturday night, along with my car. But, I consider myself very lucky, that my car was not mistaken for someone else’s.

Veishea Story #1: Busted Car
I walked out to my car parked behind Oak Elm at about 7 a.m. on Saturday morning. Being on the tired side I looked at my feet a lot while I was walking, making sure I did not trip over anything and completely kiss the ground. I wandered slowly to my car, until I noticed an awful lot of glass that had taken up home on the ground. The first thought that came into my mind was “oh great.” But, I looked up to observe that my car was parked right next to a car that was vandalized. The car had a rock thrown through the back windshield, all the tires were slit, and there were various forms of graphite on the roof, and all four doors. Wow. I am assuming that whoever vandalized this car did not do it out of drunken rage, but rather to a specific person’s car. Maybe a cheater owned the car, or someone broke up with someone, or forgot to invite them to a party in the ninth grade, or maybe the backseat smelled like pickles. I will never know. However, I am forever grateful for not being the person the "vandalizer" was mad at. Phew, I am a lucky duck; because I have a green Ford Focus and the vandalized car was a green ford focus. Could have been an easy mistake.

Veishea Story #2: Losers
We went to some concerts on Friday night. We being, Nicole, Joe, Brian, Anne, Kayla, Kylie, someone I cannot remember, and myself. When we got to the concerts, there were not many people there yet. However, the band that was playing had tight purple pants, and horribly colored holey tee shirts. Their hair was choppy, and short on top, and long on the bottom. I am calling the style, modern day mullets. I could only endure about two songs of theirs before I decided they were Greenday wannabees and it was time to leave and come back later when the music was going to be actually good. What we all left to see was not much better than the emo band from Cedar Falls who made me have to control my gag reflex. We went to central campus to see a dude eat and cough back up money. It would not have been that entirely nasty if, the coughing guy did not giggle like the Pillsbury doughboy before he spit out a quarter. He would smack his chest, make horrible hacking noises, giggle like the doughboy and then spit quarters, rings and such into a dish in front of him. Brian thought this was freaking hilarious, but really, the giggles haunt me at night. I had a giggle nightmare. Everyone was giggling and spitting out quarters. Good thing, I found a happy place and got over the weird giggles. But I can say, that I will never go see a man who coughs up quarters, giggles like the Pillsbury doughboy, and to top it off, talks with a fake Irish accent. Lamez.

Veishea Story #3: Pancakes Float My Boat
After we returned to the concerts and listened to Red rock the house, we went to get some pancakes. The line was freaky long, but it was moving quite fast. Once we got into line and got our plates, the professional pancake flippers flipped four pancakes onto our plates. First of all the system of griddles they had to make the pancakes was off the hook. The second coolest thing I had ever seen in my life. The first being, a combine, anyway, we sat down. Joe wolfed down his pancakes and then finished Anne’s. Joe is the kind of person who if there is food on his plate he is going to eat it. It is like MAGIC. One second it is there, then poof, it is gone. In the midst of our pancake eating, somebody tripped over the master extension cord and the power in the tent went out. It was awesome. We sat and ate some pancakes in the dark. Once the lights were turned back on, some dude thought it would be funny to throw a pancake at Kayla. Little did he know that she was going to throw some pancake back. Just to add some more insight into this, she was completely sober unlike the other guy, therefore when she threw some pancake back she actually hit him. She did not hit him in the face or arm or anywhere like that, but rather his hat. He was wearing a fireman’s hat, and the pancake landed on the brim of it. However, this guy was too drunk to notice that the pancake was sitting on his brim. So, he laughed hysterically and was commenting on how she missed him. His friends, did notice the pancake, but felt “Tushay” was needed in respect. We watched as the guy got up proud of himself and threw his plate away, to then notice the pancake fall off his hate and into the trashcan. Our table burst into laughter and then the guy came over and shook Kayla’s hand. Team Victory.

Veishea Story #4: Locked Out and Upset
After Cartel on Saturday night I went back to Maple at about 1 am. I was tired, and totally Veishea’ed out. First of all the concert was a blast. My favorite part was not the music, but seeing two people be literally carried out of the venue by security. Brian and I found this to be very comical. I am not much for crowds and neither is Brian, so we chilled toward the back of the crowd. This allowed for the observance of multiple people being thrown across the crowd and falling down, getting up, and laughing about it. They will have some bumps, bruises, and massive headaches that will last well into next week. After the concert I went back to Maple, to encounter a poor and unfortunate soul who had forgotten his access card. When I got into the building, he asked “do you have an access card, could you please let me on the elevator? It took me 20 minutes to get into the building but no one will let me on the elevator.” I decided that I would be a good Samaritan and help this guy out. Besides, I recognized him, I knew he lived on the third floor. I answered, “sure, let’s go.” So, we got onto the elevator and the guy continued to ramble, in what appeared to be complete exhaustion. “Thank you so much for letting me on the elevator. I left my wallet in my room because I did not anyone to steal it, and my access card is in my wallet, and I just want to go to sleep. Thank you so much again, you totally saved my night, I can go to sleep now.” I answered, “No problem, man, you have a good night.” He walks off onto third floor to turn around and say, “Really, thank you so much, you have no idea how hard it was to get up here.” Being polite, I answered, “no problem,” but while I was saying this I was thinking “of course I know how hard it was to get into Maple, you have been telling me about if for the last 5 minutes.” Anyway, I proceeded up to my room, to then brush my teeth, and crash with 10 minutes of getting back. Sleep, is really underrated.

Overall, the weekend was a good experience, but if I never participated in another Veishea, I would not miss it. It was cool, but not that amazing. Maybe in a few years when I actually know where the good stuff is, I can rock out more.