My freshman year of college, which is really synonymous with a time in my life when I was absolutely brilliant and full of wisdom, I lived in Mosher Hall. Mosher was part of a group of 2 girl dorms and 2 boy dorms with a common area consisting of a T.V. room, a cafeteria, a snackbar, and a little mini-mart type thing. Appropriately, these dorms were named The Commons.
I have very few memories from this year because, let’s face it, I can barely remember what happened yesterday. Plus, I hadn’t met Gulley yet, and Gulley is really the only reason I remember anything from college because she remembers it for me and then tells me what a good time we had.
I really need to do some kind of brain exercises before I find myself cutting into people’s wedding cakes.
Anyway, I have two vivid memories of living in Mosher my freshman year.
And oh yes, y’all get to hear both of them.
First, it was always FREEZING cold. I mean teeth chattering, bone chilling, need a parka, cold. I spent most of my time in my dorm room wearing maroon sweatpants with AGGIES written down the leg (nice), and wrapped in the comforter from my bed which is, ironically, the comforter that P now sleeps with every night.
I developed a major head cold about 2 weeks into the fall semester due to the cold, and never really recovered. I pretty much spent the rest of the semester drinking Nyquil straight from the bottle. Which may explain why I don’t remember anything.
And also my grade point average.
My other memory of life in Mosher is, apparently, I was not the only driven, focused student scheduling my classes around Days Of Our Lives. I would rush home from class every day at 11:45 to get back in time for Days. One day I realized it was on the T.V. in the Commons area and there were about 25 people gathered around the T.V. watching and discussing critical plot points.
It was like a non-intellectual book club. And I was hooked.
I spent the rest of the semester watching Days Of Our Lives with people I didn’t know and never got to know because our only common thread was our concern over what Stefano DiMera was plotting against the Brady family. I’d sit and watch, while drinking my Nyquil, and then stick around long enough after the credits rolled to hear everyone’s input on that day’s episode.
Right now, my dad is reading this while he sits at his desk and I can’t even imagine the pride he feels.
I hadn’t thought about this in years, but then last night I was up way too late watching T.V. and a commercial came on for Days Of Our Lives. It showed snippets of what’s coming up in the next few weeks and the plotlines are EXACTLY the same.
Bo loves Hope. Hope loves Bo. Tony DiMera is back and plotting evil (shout out to Gulley who does the best Tony DiMera impersonation EVER and can crack me up to this day when she busts it out). Stefano is back and has to be 152 years old, but yet is still plotting doom and destruction for the Brady family.
At one point, there was even a clip that featured Hope saying, “We’re going to kick some DiMera butt!”
And I was all like, what is this, this is terrible, who would watch this? The acting is horrible, the plots are terrible, the whole show is just a waste.
I was even going to blog about it right at that very moment.
But then, Beverly Hills 90210 came back from commercial and I forgot all about it.
Now that’s a show.