A Blue Sock Saturday

Saturdays are celebrated as the day of Mary, the mother of Jesus (especially first Saturdays of the month), and today is just such a day. Of course I wanted to join in on the celebration! Blue is also "the color" of Mary, so I decided to wear my blue socks. I have socks for every occasion really. On the feast days of martyrs of the church I wear red argyle socks. On Fridays (in memory of Good Friday) I wear black socks. On feast days of priests I wear black argyle socks. On occassion I'll wear a pair of tan and green argyles just for the heck of it! But today was a blue sock Saturday (you'll have to excuse the poor photo quality; Apologus De Colegio has yet to make any investment in photo technology):

Today I had to bike to a different church than the one I normally go to. I should add that I passed at least 4 churches on my 3 mile excursion! At any rate, I got back at about 9, and the whole University is dead. Roy was still sleeping (so I figured I shouldn't do homework there), I can't go to the dinning hall for another hour and aside from those two activities, I'm wasn't sure what else I could do... so I decided to do a load of laundry. Normally you won't see these double headers, but the laundry room is across from the computer lab, and after visiting the restroom I still had 36 minutes before my washer was done, and I'll still have 40 minutes before the dryer is done after that. That's somethin', huh?

My anthropology professor begins class by telling a joke that the Indian tribe he researches would find funny. The joke yesterday was a practical joke story, in which the practical joker though he killed his friend for a week: I guess they have a different sense of humor? At any rate, here is a short comedic story to end things: the non-alchohol nightclub on campus was throwing it's first monthy "Hook-Up Club" festivity last night. Those attending were supposed to wear green if they were 'avaliable', red if they were 'taken', and yellow if they 'could be persuaded' (go, stop, and slow down... kind of clever huh?). Roy wanted to go to this, but he didn't have a green shirt, so he asked me if I had one. I was wearing a dark green shirt at the time, and the only other green shirt I have is a very light green... neither would do. So I offered Roy a green cardigan of mine, which was actually my first cardigan (I now have 4, to match whichever color I'm wearing), and I affectionatly refer to it as Carlyle (not Carlisle!). Take a good look at that stud:

And I said, "now tell me Roy, you don't think that when the girls see you in this wonderful green cardigan that they aren't going to be all over you?" He disagreed with my assesment of the situation and went off in a neon yellow/green number. Everybody got back around 2am, at which point I had already been asleep for a few hours. I brought a "talking" alarm clock with me, which I won in elementry school for selling wrapping paper, that announces the hour on the hour, and announces the time when you push on the top of it. I turned up the volume all the way and pushed it, and it shouted "two o' three, am", at which point somebody in the hall way said "boy, that's loud", and continued on their rocous ways.

Oh well... I got to see the steam come off the river at 7am, while they were all soundly asleep.