I always loved game day at the University of Michigan (I graduated in 2006). But last weekend, I had to love game day as a trader.
I was visiting Iowa and had no other choice but to cheer on the Buckeyes (they played Northwestern Saturday night in Iowa City). So, I slipped on my friend's t-shirt and headed to the game. In preparation, I had a massive omelet and a biscuit for lunch.
On the way, we drove past this party bus that had burst into flames on the side of the highway. I never found out if anyone got hurt.
Then, I played bags (I lost horribly) and went to the bathroom in an out-house twice, which was surprisingly painless. That was followed by an hour of dancing on top of a deck that overlooked a house party, with a DJ and all. I mingled a lot there.
We sat 3rd row in the student section, ate chicken barbecue pizza for dinner, went to a couple of bars---I did some more dancing---and crashed on a stranger's couch.
All in all, it was glorious to act young again.
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