Un musée et une fille ivre

As this Saturday marked my first true collegiate weekend, my friends and I decided that free is always a good choice and so went to the Franklin Institute, which was admitting college students for free this day. Because I had only visited once before, much of the museum was new to me, although the long lines made it hard to fully enjoy. Despite this, we walked around and observed all of the amazing scientific feats on display. The highlight of the day, for better or worse, involved a video in the area called "Newton's Lounge", where a video displayed an extremely long Rube Goldberg machine (we sat there for at least 15 minutes). For those unaware, a Rube Goldberg machine is a device which uses a series of simple machines to accomplish a larger task, such as starting a toaster. What separated this video from other machines of the sort though, aside from its incredible running time, was the fact that the machine ended up doing nothing.

Thoroughly disappointed and more than a little hungry, we then ventured forth into Philadelphia, hoping to find the Hard Rock Café our one friend supposedly knew of. A short trek later, we had finally found it and sat down to a delicious and well-deserved burger. Having accomplished all our goals that day, we headed back to our friend's car and drove to another friend's dorm at Temple, where we stayed for a while until it was time to leave. At this point it was only myself and my friend with the car left, so he invited me to see his room at La Salle before taking me home. Having nothing better to do, I accepted.

This was the part of the night where everything began to spiral, culminating in seeing my first ambulance called to a college campus. My La Salle friend's roommate had left for the weekend, so he walked in expecting an empty room. However, his sight upon opening his door was a group of people from his floor sitting around drinking beverages of an alcoholic nature. Content to live and let live, he said they could stay as long as they cleaned up. After they promised, I was introduced to them and they to me. Things began amicably enough, with inoffensive radio rock being played and everyone chatting while my host showed me around the room.

Very shortly though, things took a turn for the worse as a pair in the room (one girl and one guy) began to develop more than platonic feelings for each other. This recent development had the effect of sending another girl into tears, whereupon she was taken to another room for consolation. To make a long story slightly less so, the proceedings came to a head when the girl (coupled with guy) began to deteriorate rapidly into a state of slurred mumblings and near-unconsciousness. Seeing that many things were amiss, a plan was hatched to take her to a communal bathroom in the hopes of making the night pass more easily for her. This failed however, and in short order several sophomores, roughly 3 RAs, and a small EMS team were gathered in the hallway. After the RAs gathered the necessary information, my friend and I left, with a new appreciation for sobriety.

Upon my arrival back at Drexel I briefly lamented the fact that nothing so exciting had happened here yet and went up to my room, trying to forget the cold that had been developing all weekend and deciding that there were worse ways to spend a Saturday night.