I think it was the Fourth of July

I could tell you all the details of my weekend, but I won't because it would probably be fairly boring for some of you. But I will say these things: the drive from Iowa City to Madison is lovely, Madison is a pretty sweet town, med school is long and expensive, "beer me _____" is the catch phrase of the trip, nothing beats laughing with old friends, Addison is the happiest baby I've ever known, I eat too much, the EHBS is doomed [what's new there], the odds are against me, sleeping on the floor sucks, orangutans are ugly and cute, Wisconsin drivers suck, Graham can grow facial hair and I can make the drive home despite being incredibly tired. With that being said, I would like to shed a little light on the phenomenon of the 104 men dancing to a certain tune.

During the first year of 104 we made friends with a young soccer player by the name of Evan, and he looked a bit like Elijah Wood, but that's not the point. Evan had a turntable and no where to put it, so he let us borrow it until he could make some room in his suite. He also loaned us his records. So we would sit in the Christmas-light lit room listening to Simon and Garfunkel, or let the courtyard hear some Zeppelin. It was good, quite good. One album was Chicago V, which contained the song Saturday in the Park. Several of the guys in the suite were already fans of the band and the song, so it got a fair amount of play.

I'm not sure who the first person was start dancing to Saturday in the Park, but it somehow caught on like wildfire. The only thing is that it could only be danced to on a Saturday. So here is what would happen. Friday night, after open dorm was over [it's one of those Christian colleges] we would all go out to Denny's, where most of us would order a Dagwood breakfast sandwich [yes! check this out], while others would order the inferior Moons over my Hammy. Then we would retreat to the suite of 104, where the album was locked, cocked and ready to be played.

Everyone had there own moves. I often stood atop the couch swinging my removed shirt over my head. Bradley mastered the Chris Farley Chip 'N Dale move [hop, twist, arms behind the head and hip thrust]. This was the move that I emulated this past Saturday night. Andrew, well, he had all sorts of wigged out moves. About three-quarters the way through, the song has a bit of a break down and starts off, "slow motion riders..", at this point we the dancers enter into slow motion mode and eventually work our way into a frenzy for the song's climax.

After a while Evan repossessed what was rightfully his and we made due with a cd, but it wasn't the same. It's the first track on the 104 mix cd that Brad made for us [also contains the Super Bowl Shuffle and the Farley sketch "El Nino"]. And for most every wedding celebration we've followed these guidelines and have left our heart and souls out on the dance floor. It's right, it's good [not safe] and it's beautiful. Maybe we'll get some video of it someday and put it up on the the 'ol YouTube. As for now, I'm wiped out from a tremendous four day weekend, hep! you have my love.