For the past few nights I've been with Rachael. With no classes on Friday, it was the perfect opportunity for me to visit her at College Park. We're perfectly entertained by one another's company, some music or move in the background, and at least a couple deck of cards. However, after hours and hours of completely satisfying, yet sedentary, activity indoors, we ventured out into the cold last night, pedaling our bikes behind Christian, fashionably late for Friday's installment of juggling club.
Gathered in a racquetball court, jugglers of all kinds were, well, juggling. Rachael and I scooted off to a side and juggled with three balls each while the rest confidently tossed pins, blocks and frisbees in the air in groups of five at least. Everyone was juggling more than I could ever dream of handling until Matthew did a back-flip and landed, as gracefully as anyone could, on his nose-ish. The amount of blood that came pouring out of his face was more than I wanted to photograph, so I snapped a later shot.
Here he's cleaned up a bit, but is still red-handed:
We were able to move on, however, with the info that Matthew hadn't done any damage to his nose. He would go on to say, "It doesn't hurt. I just feel like I walked into a wall".
Rachael on a unicycle, able to ride with the wall
After juggling club the gang met up at Potbelly's for better-than-subway-or-even-quizno-sandwiches/subs. Potbelly's is the best because of the screaming employees and the screaming hot hot hot peppers (they've actually just got a nice bite). We decided that we wanted to spend the rest of our Friday with each other and went back to apartment 725 to dance, dance, dance the night away.
This is before we turned off the lights and turned on the disco ball.
Matthew doing "Poi" with glowing balls
sweaty group shot
We all collapsed in physically-impossible ways in the end.
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