When I first set off to college, I absolutely loathed my hometown. I had been there for years, wanted a change and finally had that when I went to the grand Kent State University.
It's funny how things swap now because I don't mind it anymore. I used to go home to hang out with my friend who were home for their breaks, especially if they were on quarters versus semesters like I was. Now, when I go back home, I go to hang out my parents and family that lives there because very few of my friends call Amherst home anymore.
Well, for some odd reason I convinced myself that heading home on Saturday night to the Jamboree was this glorious idea.
To my cousins last weekend: Do you guys want to meet us at the Jamboree next weekend?Cousins, spitting out their beers: Hell no! Are you kidding! Why are you dragging the BF to that?
Me, annoyed by their reaction: Because I want a funnel cake and a few of my friends will be there.
My cousins didn't join us (losers) but my parents came, and a few friends I haven't seen in awhile. However, the jamboree isn't quite the fun experience that I fondly remember as a kid and highschooler.
For starters, they moved it to a parking lot two streets over versus the street they used to shut down and have it on. Strike number one.
The funnel cake definitely wasn't as good as I remember. Strike number two.
I can't really think of a strike three because I wasn't there long enough.
Enjoying a funnel cake with my southern friend Laura
My friends and I tolerated enough time to eat a funnel cake and foot long corn dog (something's just wrong with that) and we headed over to the bar where it is always one big high school reunion.
At the bar:
-I danced to the beat of my own drum.
-I danced to that shuffle song in all the wrong directions, garnering some evil looks from girls trying to dance all sexy.
-Watched this girl beat it to Billie Jean. (I was this close to trying to have a dance off with her, but ended up just staring at her moonwalking in flip flops.)
-Almost had to throw down with a girl who picked up my sunglasses I left on the table then ran back into the bar to retrieve.
Parents enjoying the night out
Of course my bra is blazing through my tank top with Laura and Danielle
We all had a great time catching up, dancing around the bar and seeing some people we haven't seen in years. And, my friend's boyfriend also told me if I was black, I would be Keri Hilson. Not once, but several times throughout the night and I guess every time her song comes on, he tells my friend that "If Allison was black..." I'm definitely a fan of her music and still notice absolutely no resemblance. He still thinks otherwise.