Friday:
Simmons randomly decided we needed to have a cookout instead of running the dining hall as usual. The food was actually really good, which surprised us. The music, not so much. I guess it was supposed to be a fundraiser for a charity of some sort, but they were never very clear about it. There were a few bands, but the quality wasn't so good. I'm pretty sure the groups were chosen based on which Simmons girls with connections to the planning committee had boyfriends in bands rather than on appropriateness of music or actual skill level. Not that I'm complaining, but Parker House and Theory last week was much better. David and Josiah came over to share in the free food, and I got to show them around the res campus, which was rather fun. Even better, now my friends here know that they really do exist and are great fun to hang out with.
Saturday:
Simmons Cup field day. All year the dorms have been collecting points for various activities and competitions, and it culminated in a day of standard outdoor competitive events. Our hall made the best showing in dodgeball. This may have been because we had four guys on the team but the undergrads are pretty intense too. Of course, our boys may have gotten a bit rough. Chris had the most amazing hit of the game, which would have won it for us if it had just been a bit lower. Not only did he hit the girl in the face, the force of the blow caused the sort of reaction rarely seen outside of the movies. I hadn't realized that physics actually worked that way, but apparently Hollywood isn't making everything up. When the ball hit the girl in the face, she flew backward, almost gracefully, and her sunglasses arced through the air, landing several feet behind her. It was beautiful, and Chris will never live it down. Especially since I got such an amazing picture of him launching the fateful throw:
We ended up getting second place in dodgeball, mostly because the Dix team wouldn't come to the line of scrimmage and play fair. The other activities were a bit milder. I took a bullet for the team and did what tey called a pie eating contest, which was actually finding a piece of gum in a pie tin of whipped cream and blowing a bubble, all without the use of hands. There are no pictures, and I like it that way. The event I'm pretty certain we won (though they still haven't emailed the official results) was the judging of the t-shirts. I'm not just saying it because I was largely respondible for the design, but our shirts were definitely the best ones on the field that day. Several of the undergrads had sayings that were borderline offensive, which I know was taken into consideration. Here's the back of ours, with the front logo shadowed behind the text:
There was another cookout that night, but the food wasn't quite as good as Friday. Except the corn--the sweet corn was great.
Sunday:
Went to morning service at Park Street as usual, with the intention of walking back the long way to get my legs in shape for the charity walk next weekend. But then I found out that Keith and Kristyn Getty would be giving a worship concert in the evening. They are the amazing Irish couple behind the modern hymn movement, specifically the ever popular In Christ Alone.
So instead of walking home, I walked along the river instead, down the Charles River Esplanade, across the Harvard Bridge, along the other side of the river past MIT then back across to the Boston side. The river is gorgeous, and I intend to spend quite a bit of my free time there this summer.
The concert that evening was also amazing. The Gettys also have a band they bring with them, including an incredible fiddle player who's Canadian, not Irish, but must be from the Nova Scotia region by the way she plays.
Here's the man behind the words himself. When I told him I was from South Dakota, he told me the band once got stuck at Mount Rushmore for two days. I wish I could have gotten the whole story, since I'm sure it would have been great.
-Kim
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