First Night Out

Tonight the freshman class went to the Mall of America for free rides in Nickelodeon Universe and entrance into Sea Life Aquarium. In and of itself, the Mall was not terribly exciting; the interesting part happened afterward.

Six of us decided to go out to Dinkytown when we got back, around 12:30 a.m., to get some food. Mesa Pizza was just a tad crowded so we opted for Five Guys. Things were going just swimmingly when 5 people who Jack, Basel and I graduated with, walked in completely wasted. This itself was rather interesting talk, but then one of them, John, decided to leave. Just a few minutes later we saw him carefully peering into the windows. Somewhat regular drunken behavior I suppose, except the restaurant was full of people, was well lighted, and had full frontal windows. After he seemed to have decided it was worth re-entering, he opened up the first door.

There he met a challenge: On the left was the entrance door, containing a handle. Directly in front of him was an exit with no handle on the outside. His alcohol-induced mind seemed to be thinking in an acutely one-directional fashion, leading him to charge forward, determined, directly into the exit. Infinitely confused by the lack of movement, he continued to push against it multiple times. A puzzled look crossed his face as he searched blindly for help. Finally he kicked the door and left.

Later on, after we had finished our meal and continued to laugh at what we had just saw, suddenly there John was again across the road, jogging at a brisk pace toward a stoplight. There he stopped, a little confused, until another group of people yelled at him. Little interaction occurred, and we saw him texting and calling someone. We assumed he was calling his friends, who had neglected to notice his little plight with doors, wondering why the restaurant was closed and what they could possibly do to let him in.

It is interesting to see people you have known for years in such a state of disrepair. But that doesn't dull the humor.

It was hard to decide whether the ladies who asked us if we knew how to Tango, John, or the guy who ate a raw potato while waiting in line took the win for best part of our first night out off of campus (all three groups/people were drunk), but I believe it has decidedly gone to John.