I'm finally a blogger! Hooray!! Except my first post isn't very happy considering I must mourn the loss of a good friend: my house.
I am in Harrisonburg, VA for the very last time as a homeowner...renter...whatever. After 2pm this isn't mine anymore. My home for the last 2 years will once again belong to some guy named Glenn, who drives a big creepy van that he probably fillets people in, and his repairman Joe who talks way too much about who knows what. I have to say my goodbyes to the BatCave. If Christian Bale saw how easily I was giving up this place, he would definitely Bat-a-rang me in the face (Val Kilmer's a chump).
James Madison University: 2006-2010
Freshman year: basement floor of Gifford (we titled it The BatCave, painted a large mural of Batman, and both remain). Sophomore year: Wamp Wamp Wampler. Junior-Senior year: our house on West Market Street that we titled The BatCave. It got the name because all 6 of us guys lived in the Gifford BatCave...and also because we found a bat in my room one night. Yeah. Not cool.
Anyways...as I sit here in my house, alone, at 3am, sweating because it's so freaking hot in Virginia in July...I realize I'm really going to miss this nasty old house. We had a basement with no door. A basement bathroom that had a grimy orange old shower curtain as a "door." Attic insulation held in by moldy bed sheets. More ants, flies, and fruit flies than I could count...I killed my fair share though. A fridge full of old meatballs and rancid vegetables. A living room with a traffic cone, a Verizon sign, hundreds of empty beer bottles on display, a GMC truck grill, home plate, several ladles, the most amazing beer pong table ever made (courtesy of Stud), and of course a large poster of the Bat Symbol at the heart of the room.
And if that isn't "College" I don't know what is.
I'm going to miss this stink hole. I'll miss the bat in my room, the freezing winters, the blazing summers, the dead possum in the backyard (that never got picked up, instead Glenn and Joe cut the grass, forgot about it, and shot bones around the yard), and some of the most fun parties (TOGA! and Lumberjack/Lumberjill), movie nights, game nights, hangouts, and bro-nights I've ever had.
So now...I raise a delicious Bro-mosa to this old dump, to my best friends, and to some great years here. R.I.P. BatCave of West Market Street. 2008-2010.
