It was 20 years ago today, that the dorks of a feather came to play.
Ok, maybe not. But I do know that 20 some years ago, there was a little thing called a Keg Race held, and I may or may not have had something to do with it.
And there was "Ten Guys Throwing A Party," "Guys Who Stuff Their Crotch Disco Party," "Frank Sinatra Birthday Party." A party for all occasions, and I may or may not have had something to do with it.
Bricks on the hood.
Bottle rockets buzzing Sgt. Randy Hansen's head.
The Oompa Loompa.
White Lines dance.
My circle of friends from Grinnell College are much more than just friends. They are brothers. We don't see each other often, but when we do, we pick up right where we left off, at least in spirit. There's no way possible for us to pick up where we left off physically some 20 years ago, when we may or may not have been involved with "that one time when... ."
Grinnell was a tough school, academically. But for some reason, my friends and I didn't let our classes get in the way of our education.
Underwear parties. Another great memory.
Night Train Party. Kamikaze Party. It's Clem's Birthday Party. We found a reason to get a keg quite easily.
At the time, we proclaimed of others that "dorks of a feather flock together!"
Now we proudly proclaim the same cheer toward ourselves.
We could have all achieved so much more in college. If only we had put down the beer stein and picked up our book a few more times each week. If only we had applied ourselves more.
To quote one of my Grinnell brethren, "Mmmm, nah."
My brothers and I all are in agreement these days that we wouldn't have changed anything. Anything.
I raise my glass to my fellow dorks of a feather!