Last night was half tab at Finn’s. I met Shea, Erik and Shelly there for dinner and a few drinks. A few drinks turned into: a black and tan, an irish carbomb, a double knob creek and soda, another carbomb, and an ameretto and soda. At the point I was sufficiently buzzed and we decided to part ways.

On the way back, before we all seperated, Shea decided we should go to Flowers because they make a good mojito. Erik and Shelly decided to bail but I joined Shea for the Mojito. They didn’t have any mint so it was really just rum with lime, simple syrup and sprite over ice. Not bad though. After the mojito, Shea told me he wanted to walk around a bit before driving home (he drank a little bit less than me).

Anyway, we’re walking through campus topless (it was hot out, okay?) and I get this crazy idea. I say to Shea, “I’ve got a crazy idea, if I tell you what it is, we have to do it.” To which his response was something along the lines of, “How crazy– On a scale of 1 to 10, 10 being federal pound me in the ass prison and 5 being a ticket.” I thought long and hard before deciding on a four. He thought that was agreeable and said, “What are we doing.” To which I replied: “Swimming in Drumheller Fountain.”

Since he’d already agreed to it, we were now bound to jump in. We walked through Red Square down the path next to MGH towards Drumheller. We decided to scope out the ladders before taking the plunge and agreed that the ladder on the West side was best (less lighting = less chance of getting caught?). On the way we passed a few people sitting on a bench, two girls and one guy. We invited in to take a dip but, they politely declined. We were ready, nothing stood between us and the mirky, duck feather and poop filled water that would be our baths– except our clothes.

Shea and I stripped down to our skivvies and proceeded to hop in. Actually, for Shea he more slid in. Very painfully. He scraped the shit out of his side in an attempt to gracefully get in the water without letting his head end up under water. Look how well that turned out; he probably has a duck STD in his side now. I just jumped in and started swimming around. Yeah there were chunks floating on the water and I kicked several things that I don’t want to know what they were. The bottom was entirely too slippery, like snot on a counter top. The smell was… surprisingly not that bad but, it definitely didn’t taste very good.

After a few minutes of splashing around and yelling and screaming (we were celebrating our recent liberation of being surrounded by air) we decided to take a lap around the fountain. I led the way and turned back after about 100 feet when I felt something very strange at the bottom of the water, no idea what it was but it felt electrical and I was like, f- that. We swam back to the ladder, and out clothes and climbed out of the water. We were dripping wet and in our boxers. We used our t-shirts to dry off and then we stripped off our boxers and got back into our dry shorts.

We walked back up to Shea’s car and on the way back to my place to drop me off, we decided to go to A-Mart and get another pint and some pizza. This decision was made however approximately 8 feet from the A-Mart parking lot travelling at 30 miles/hour. Needless to say Shea almost mowed down a pack of pedestrians in his mad rush for a parking spot. In a-mart we consumed 2 slices of barely-food-quality burnt pepperoni pizza with a pint of beer each before heading back to the car and traveling to my apartment.

Shea had never seen my new place so he came up to check it out. He liked the view from the balcony so I decided I’d show him the roof. We went up there and there was a homeless guy with a long beard down on Roosevelt. I said very loudly, “Hey, Shea, look, it’s Gandalf!” Shea (and the homeless guy) laughed. I decided since Gandalf had a good sense of humor I should give him some money. I crumpled up a dollar bill and said, “Gandalf, I’m throwing down a dollar.” I threw it but it drifted gracefully to the 2nd floor balcony below me. Oops. I decided I’d try again (my last bill). Same effect. I told Gandalf I’d go down and try to retrieve them for him but the door to the 2nd floor balconeys was locked and I couldn’t get in. Oh well. Sucks for him.

Overall, it was a crazy night, definitely one of the most crazy I’ve had in a very long time. It was fun, and stupid. Makes me miss college and being able to get away with shenanigans like that guilt free. I wonder how long that’ll last? Oh well, who cares. It was a night to remember.