Mac O Shit

I know I speak as if 501 is all that is deplorable and wrong in this world, sprinkled amongst the heresy and chaos are moments that almost make living here tolerable. Case and point our out of control Halloween party. If only I took as much pride in my school work as i did the 501 basement I would probably graduate a 4.0 scholar. Just to give you an idea of how down right fuckin' awesome this party was I am going to describe in great detail the magnitude of this event. It's the Saturday before Halloween and not a ounce of energy has been expelled concerning the possible 5th straight mac cross country title. In case I haven't made this clear, the MAC (Mid American Conference) title is a huge fucking deal for us runners at EMU. It's always been a bit of a cake walk in the years prior just because of the absurd amount of talent that our team harnesses. But this year was different on account that most of our top athletes had graduated. The EMU cross country program was left with nothing but 7 dedicated athletes who had only seen moderate success in high school and the defiant urge to win spearheaded by their coach. I say defiant because to all the other schools it looked as though EMU 's glory days were about to an abrupt halt. In other word's EMU wasn't even suppose to be in contention for any title. This was of no concern for my roommates and I, weather we won or came in dead last, there was going to be a party on Halloween and it's was going to be cataclysmic. We began to literally murder our basement. By murder I mean turn every little nook and cranny black. Though the process cutting trash bags one by one was arduous it was merely a ripple in the amount work that was to come. In order to get the basement finished we called upon some if the freshman to do the grunt work. Though only a few showed up it was enough. We worked all through the day and certainly burned the midnight oil, we were to say the least, dedicated. It was hard to tell how the situation was developing because we didn't leave the basement for a week straight. We had a task that needed to get done an a haphazard effort was just simply not acceptable. The freshmen class had no idea what they had coming both good and bad. 300 trash bags and 5 liters of neon paint later the 501 basement was complete. We even had a fog machine for Christ's sake. The best part about the whole operation was that the Graybush had no clue about the alternate use we discovered for her basement. After we sat back and enjoyed the fruits of our labors we rested for what was to be an epic Friday night in a town 260 miles away, Athens Ohio. Since this is where the MAC meet was that's where we followed out team. Hearing that Athens was home to the one of the top Halloween parties in the nation we expected that all those who weren't running to partake in the later night festivities. There was one thing that I forgot to tell you and that is that our team has a bit of a problem with MIP' s otherwise know as minor in possessions. In particular one individual who's identity will be concealed but I will tell you that he's Canadian to help you understand his lack of logic. For this story we'll call him George. It's now Friday night in the middle of Athens and somehow Gerorge ends up in an alley slammin' a beer when out of no where a mounted cop sees Geroge in his ridiculous homoerotic police uniform. Do the typical Canadian 800 runner action he bolts. We now have a Drunk underage George running from a mounted cop through the back streets of Athens Ohio, awesome right? Not really consider that George already racked up his first American MIP in the prior weekend. Two back to back MIP's , two weekends , two states? Is that even possible?