|Homecoming 2007 - Tusculum Tradition Requires More Booze!
||[Oct. 10th, 2007|10:27 pm]
A Name By Any Other Would Just Be Uncivilized.
Tusculum College Homecoming was this past weekend. It was one hell of a great time! Homecoming at Tusculum took on a new meaning for me this year. For 2007's activities, I actually came home - back to Greeneville and my alma mater. Old friends reunited for two days and nights of laughs, drinking, football, and more chimps on commando action than you can wave a stick at.
I was very excited about this year for many reasons, but the main reason was Wess duBrisk. I nominated him for the National Living Faculty award, and was asked to present the award to him. This, for me, was a major honor. This man inspired me to be what I am today, and what I am striving to become. The man deserved the award and recognition for what he has done for Tusculum. The award was to be given on Saturday morning. So the plan was to take Friday off from work, go tour the campus and visit with friends, then meet up the boys. I was really looking forward to seeing Munson, as he only gets out to this side of the country once a year.
The weekend got an unofficial start at Bretto's. Munson and Bretto invited me over to watch television and chill out. We watched "Entourage." I hadn't seen it which is a sin, I discovered. It's a great show! Go watch it now - but finish this first.
I packed some clothes and left Knoxville. Bound for Greeneville, I called Marilyn to ask about lunch. I discovered that the Arts gang were having lunch on the lawn with the students, staff, and faculty. While I was excited about seeing my friends, I wasn't excited about eating Tusculum food. Surprise there, eh? After navigating Knoxville traffic, the interstate, and the damned crazy Greeneville drivers, I arrived on campus having just missed the karaoke. Apparently I missed Dr. Weisz singing the "Hokey Pokey", which made me sad. I'm sure that was a fun sight. I scarfed down some decent Bar-B-Q and talked to Marilyn and some other staff about the missing music and drama program at Tusculum. Then I joined Paige and Shanna at the other end of the table. We talked about old memories about Tusculum staff both present and past, and also discussed people with missing limbs. The topics of conversations at lunch with the arts group never disappoints.
After lunch, I walked through the library. I miss that place.It's always quiet and cool and dark. See, at TC, hardly any students use the actual library. Sad eh? I went downstairs to talk to Theresa, my ex-boss. Tusculum has experienced a massive restructioning of staff, and T has been a victim of that. Previously she had massive responsibility, dealing with a budget of almost half a million dollars. Now, she just trains faculty. That's it. Very sad. It was good to see her though. She was always a maternal figure while I worked for her.
After my visit with her, I walked over to Niswonger Commons to see my station. Yes, I still consider that television station mine. Barth and I had a great discussion about curriculum changes, the journalism program (or lack thereof), and future faculty opportunities that I may or may not have at TC. I'm not sure if I would like to go back and teach there, but then again, I wouldn't have to worry about research for a bit and could work on the teaching aspect of being a professor...
I left campus and met up with Rhi and the boys at Jeffers' house. The boys were tired from playing golf that day, so Rhi and I went to Monterry's for some Mexican food. I miss that place with a passion! Rhi and I had some bonding to do (not that kind...dirty), and returned to the house. Our plan was to go to Fatz and see Coach, drink, then whatever.
At Fatz, I drank. I drank too much. Two Jack and Cokes and a Voda Tonic. I don't recommend this. It seems, and I really shouldn't be surprised, that when I drink, I say crap. Embarrassing crap. So after that vodka tonic, I cut myself off. Munson, Slocum, Bretto, Rhi, and later Noah migrated to the real hot spot of Greeneville - Applebee's. There I just had beer. I learned my lesson earlier. There we saw a few of TC 's alums like Matt Ball. He's still Ball. I don't think he'll ever change, and if he did - he wouldn't be Ball. Jeffers met up with us there, and later Coach. Noah told his classic story of Vegas - which I should add should be filmed and shown to anyone who will ever consider going to Vegas.
As the Bee's thinned out, we decided to chill at Jeffers hosue. The logical thing to do, of course, with tons of alcohol in our systems, the one girl (Rhi), and nothing on cable was to watch Cinemax. If you have ever watched Cinemax at 2 in the morning, then you know what was on. We discovered that the star of this back alley L.A. thriller (I think it was a thriller. With all the bounceing, it was hard to concentrate on the plot.) was the star of another movie of similar caliber on the other Cinemax channel. Luckily, both movies had the same plot (bounce bounce, threesome, talk, blow), so we didn't lose too much of the plot.
Around 3, I decided it was time to crash, so I drove home and hit the bed.
To be continued!