a joint post: the double date

occasionally, events will occur that are so out of the ordinary they will require us to tag-team a post. one such event has occurred. the following is our cooperative attempt to recreate the event in a way that will allow our readers to fully experience it along with us.

amanda: let's begin on sunday night. i'm running around the building where we have our campus outreach meetings trying to give my good friend mel a wet willy. mid-run, i hear someone calling my name. lo and behold, this person is none other than brinck bowers. so, basically, i consider this calling to be of UTTER significance because my only present goal is to wet mel's inner ear. as i reluctantly forfeit the possiblity of giving the BEST wet willy of all time, i walk over to where brinck is sitting. when i am standing near him, i ask "what's up, brinck?" and then...he gestures me to sit down. in my mind i am trying to understand what is going on. was i being too silly in the building? am i distracting other people's conversations? as my mind switches from fun, silly, crazy to somewhat serious, i hear yet another voice calling my name: ash. not only is ash hollering for me, but she is screaming, "amanda, aren't you going to sit here? your bible and notebook is on the front row!" here comes the dilemma. once brinck notices that ashton notices our conversation, he shrugs everything off, refusing to reveal the secret that was good enough to make me give up the wet willy that would shake the universe. and so i return to the front row...confused and perplexed, but not expecting anything special to arise from the circumstance. afterall, weirdness is the anthem of my life.

fast forward to 1 pm monday. i get out of the most boringnest class ever, theatre history, and walk past some boys on the way back to the dorm. brinck is among them, so naturally i ask him what exactly it is that was so important the night before to tell me. a puzzled look crosses his face, he waits a few moments, and just tells me that he wanted to give me a wet willy. so i accept the answer, and continue with my day...

ashton: up until this point in the story, amanda and i can only assume that i, too, am somehow involved in this baffling series of correspondence. indeed, our suspicions are confirmed when i receive a text from the infamous brinck at approximately 4:16 pm on monday. it reads: "hey can you make sure you and amanda are in the room at 12:30 tomorrow if not let us know." i think why would brinck want us to be in our room together tomorrow? wait, who is "us"? and how many of "us" are there? obviously, these are questions that must remain unanswered for the time being. through consulting with amanda, we decide that although we both love to skip class, this mysterious potential encounter is probably not skip worthy, and so we lamentably text brinck to inform him that 12:30 will not work for us. after a series of texts in which brinck continues to offer up times, and we continue to say those times will not work for us, we end up making no decisions at all. so amanda and i go to the library to work on papers and continue to ponder on this unfolding mystery. let's fast forward to tuesday morning. brinck again texts me about working out a time, and after some negotiation, i think we have chosen 2:45 as the moment of truth. however...

amanda: so like ashton said, it's tuesday. tuesdays are the days at PC where girls in sororities wear "pin attire" to be dressed for chapter meetings in the evenings. pin attire deserves a post to itself, so be on the lookout readers, because one is on its way. i have a little break between my class at 10 and 12, so i'm doing one of my favorite things...laying in bed. about 11.18 am i hear a boisterous knock on the door. i'm laying in bed, in a dress, so i figure whoever's it is can just let themselves in if it's really that important. i tell them to come in, but all i get is more knocking. finally i get out of bed (ugh!!), tie the back of my dress, and open the door. and this is when the story gets good: i see not only brinck outside our door, but one of our other friends derek as well. the boys inquire about ashton's whereabouts when they discover she is no where to be found. i tell them that i think she is in the writing center, but i'm not entirely positive. they look at each other, look at me again, look at each other again, and then in his brinck voice brinck exclaims "Worst plan ever!" i close the door, they peace out.

ashton: as amanda conjectured, i am indeed working in the writing center during the time of the boys' untimely visit. so i have a break between my tutoring sessions and casually check my phone, only to realize that i have 4 new text messages. for some of you, that may not seem like a lot in 30 minutes, but for me... that's like a day's worth of texts all at the same time. imagine my excitement and astonishment at this discovery. two of these texts are from brinck regarding the fact that 2:45 will no longer work and that he would like now to be the meeting time. one of the texts is from my friend amy (who i informed about the mystery earlier in the day) to say that she ran into brinck and asked him what he was planning, and his reponse was, "we just want them to be surprised!" and the last text is from amanda informing me that brinck and derek just showed up at our door. after several more texts back and forth with brinck, it is finally decided that we will meet up after the campus outreach meeting.

amanda: so we return to smyth and a few minutes later, we hear yet another knock on the door. expecting the two same culprits who exercised that same knock earlier, the door opens to reveal brinck all alone. he tells us that derek isn't responding to any texts, so he is just going to do what the two of them were going to do by himself. i hope that this next part translates well into words, friends, because it is hilarity! brinck continues to do the following, pretending to be derek. acting as himself, he asks, "Will," then moving a few feet to the side and pretending to be derek, he says "you," then he walks back to his former stance and says, "go,"...ok the funniness ensues to him asking us to go on a double date with he and derek. we laugh, a lot, and then work out a few details about the double dateage. brinck hangs out for a few minutes, he leaves, we go to bed, go on with our lives...

And in t-minus one hour and 32 minutes, we'll be on our double date! Look out for an update post soon :).