We sat in all the chairs yesterday.
The library at my university has lots of unique chairs, and ever since I first arrived last semester, it has been a goal of mine to try out all of them. Last week, I learned from a friend that sitting in all of these chairs is actually a major tradition at the school. Perfect! Our group’s shenanigans would at least have a plausible explanation this time…
On Sunday, I and three of my friends went to the library in the hopes of buying some delicious ice cream. Unfortunately for us and half the people who walked in at the same time for the same reason (Yep – no one goes there to actually study), the Creamery was closed for the night, despite their online store hours saying otherwise.
Deprived of ice cream and all hope of happiness for the evening, we decided the next best thing was frozen yogurt. A quick check on my iPhone revealed that…yes! Yes, there was a frozen yogurt place! And! And….!
…And it closed literally one minute ago.
“Baskin Robbins?” said one of my friends. Excellent idea! And we were in luck! There was one of those glorious purveyors of frozen cow juice right across the street! We left the comfort and warmth of the library and ran joyfully across the street to find that all of our dreams were laying in broken heaps right next to the “Closed” sign.
You should have seen us walking back to the library. It was pitiful. We looked absolutely downtrodden, defeated by the cruelty of fate….until one of my friends (let’s call her Jumpy) had the idea to take part in our University’s tradition, and sit in some chairs.
Friends? Fun? Chairs? Awesome! Sounds like a good time to me.
There were, however, two roadblocks in the plan. For the sake of posterity, I’ll call them Meanie and Party Pooper. They are pictured below.
You see, Meanie and Party Pooper don’t much care for sitting in chairs or anything fun like that. Their idea of fun is to whine about being bored and then not even have the decency to sit in a giant globe chair and spin around really fast making airplane noises like a normal person. Don’t get me wrong: I love Meanie! And old Party Pooper is ace in my book. They even gave the whole chair thing a fighting chance…but I guess when times are tough, you just can’t rely on them to take sitting seriously.
Anyway, here’s the documentation of our stint as Chair Connoisseurs.
Draw me like one of your French women.
I lied before, by the way. These aren’t all the chairs. These aren’t even half of the chairs on the first floor of the library. The thing is, sitting in chairs is more fun when you do it in a group of more than two people. Maybe when the party poopers get a little less grumpy, there’ll be a Chairs Part II. Until then, happy sitting!
