For those of you who did not know, I spent yesterday not doing homework and rather, moshing and raving at Juice Jam 2014. What is that? Its just one of those School-sponsored Syracuse Parties where popular, or in this case, unknown artists come to Sktop Hill south of campus and just play bass-inundating beats with little or no real musical quality. Is it good? Ehh. Is it fun? Hell, yeah.
Being my first, yes first, experience with the party culture at Syracuse (apart from my stumbling, bleary-eyed friends at 1am all last week), I was partially caught up in the revelry that came with secondhand weed, thumping bass, and yes, bodies jumping up and down knocking into one another, but i also was partially shocked at the minimal pleasure I derived from it. Is this what everyone defines as the pinnacle of entertainment. Now I look back, and can’t help but think about all the plausible (and superior) alternatives.
At about 4:15 pm, I left Juice Jam because I remembered I had church to go to. I said goodbye to my friends, half of whom were drunk, explained why I was leaving, and got on the shuttle back to campus. We laughed over the juxtaposition of events that made up my day, and I felt rather happy that I was completely comfortable going to church less than an hour after dancing with 4000 other people 60% of whom were high, drunk, in crop tops, or all three. Seems like what Jesus woulda done.
So Week 3, Day One: I’m a little tired, I was up till 11:30 (which is early, I get it) because my pastor played Anchorman 2 in his backyard last night. Another vote in favor of Sinner-Centered Christiandom. I feel pretty good about the week though, maybe I’ll stay on top of my tasks this time around.
I like this life; its pretty posh, and I think if I do it right, I might be able to make an impact to those around me.