First of all, that's bullshit …
Today is a first for The Lowe Down. I have to make my first retraction. Back in the good old j-school at Georgia, I was always taught to print what is fact, not what you think is fact. So I made a slight error in my last column when I said my buddy Alex was the biggest wrestling enthusiast I know. While Alex is a huge fan of professional wrestling, my buddy Jamie Jones lives and breathes wrestling.
Jamie has a weekly column that runs in the Dalton, GA., newspaper. He's performed in the local wrestling scene there as The Paper Boy, and even held a championship title. So while I may be a fan, Alex may be a fan, it is Jamie who reigns supreme in pro wrestling fandom.
Speaking of fans, Spring street has it's own set of rowdy fans. In case you didn't know, Spring Street is where my roommate and I live. 619 North Spring Street, to be exact. Since last July it has been my home. Once in awhile, when we feel the urge, we throw parties. They are more like tea parties, where all of our friends come dressed up and we sit around listening to classical music.
Wait a minute. That's wrong
They are the exact opposite. Ragin' parties that leave me harkening back to my days living on Milledge Avenue in Athens. The music is blasting. People are drinking, dancing and talking. Basically it is an excuse to cut loose and ensure we all don't lose our minds in "the real world."
So this past Saturday's installment of "parties your mother wouldn't want you to attend," was simply a celebration of nothing. People kept asking during the week: "So what's the occasion? Why the party?" WHAT? Just because we are all out of college, means we have to have a reason to party? It has to be someone's birthday? Or a special event? Hell no! It was just a party.
So as the mature tea party raged on into the night, we were paid a visit by three of Winston-Salem's finest. The gentlemen calmly asked me my name, phone number and if I knew who owned the house I was renting. In one of my greatest comebacks ever, I said, "Oh yes sir. He's in my den drinking a beer." Needless to say, they didn't find it funny.
But as I did in my days on Milledge Avenue, I wooed the officers with my charm and great demeanor, and convinced them to return to their vehicles. Of course, I had to give up a little. I turned the music down.
When I looked at the clock and realized it was roughly 2 am, I realized maybe we were a little too loud for the neighbors and they three kids. Did I feel bad? Not really. But I handled the situation.
All in all, it was a great time. I suppose I thrive in situations like there. I love being surrounded by good friends. It makes time fly, and it makes you realize why you take the time to develop friendships. You do it so you can enjoy life more and more.
Yeah the house is a little trashed. Yeah the garbage men are going to curse us when they see the tower or beverage bottles and cans Wednesday morning. But it is worth it to me, just so I can enjoy cutting up and being around some good people.
Hope you kids had fun … I know I did.
Today is a first for The Lowe Down. I have to make my first retraction. Back in the good old j-school at Georgia, I was always taught to print what is fact, not what you think is fact. So I made a slight error in my last column when I said my buddy Alex was the biggest wrestling enthusiast I know. While Alex is a huge fan of professional wrestling, my buddy Jamie Jones lives and breathes wrestling.
Jamie has a weekly column that runs in the Dalton, GA., newspaper. He's performed in the local wrestling scene there as The Paper Boy, and even held a championship title. So while I may be a fan, Alex may be a fan, it is Jamie who reigns supreme in pro wrestling fandom.
Speaking of fans, Spring street has it's own set of rowdy fans. In case you didn't know, Spring Street is where my roommate and I live. 619 North Spring Street, to be exact. Since last July it has been my home. Once in awhile, when we feel the urge, we throw parties. They are more like tea parties, where all of our friends come dressed up and we sit around listening to classical music.
Wait a minute. That's wrong
They are the exact opposite. Ragin' parties that leave me harkening back to my days living on Milledge Avenue in Athens. The music is blasting. People are drinking, dancing and talking. Basically it is an excuse to cut loose and ensure we all don't lose our minds in "the real world."
So this past Saturday's installment of "parties your mother wouldn't want you to attend," was simply a celebration of nothing. People kept asking during the week: "So what's the occasion? Why the party?" WHAT? Just because we are all out of college, means we have to have a reason to party? It has to be someone's birthday? Or a special event? Hell no! It was just a party.
So as the mature tea party raged on into the night, we were paid a visit by three of Winston-Salem's finest. The gentlemen calmly asked me my name, phone number and if I knew who owned the house I was renting. In one of my greatest comebacks ever, I said, "Oh yes sir. He's in my den drinking a beer." Needless to say, they didn't find it funny.
But as I did in my days on Milledge Avenue, I wooed the officers with my charm and great demeanor, and convinced them to return to their vehicles. Of course, I had to give up a little. I turned the music down.
When I looked at the clock and realized it was roughly 2 am, I realized maybe we were a little too loud for the neighbors and they three kids. Did I feel bad? Not really. But I handled the situation.
All in all, it was a great time. I suppose I thrive in situations like there. I love being surrounded by good friends. It makes time fly, and it makes you realize why you take the time to develop friendships. You do it so you can enjoy life more and more.
Yeah the house is a little trashed. Yeah the garbage men are going to curse us when they see the tower or beverage bottles and cans Wednesday morning. But it is worth it to me, just so I can enjoy cutting up and being around some good people.
Hope you kids had fun … I know I did.
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