In my experience, you don't come across that many people with the ability to give you butterflies. You just don't. But when you do come across these few people, you're just floored. Flat on the ground, confused as to what just hit you.
Do you know that feeling? The one that reduces your attention span to that of a goldfish? The one that makes that goofy smile linger even as you drift off to sleep at night?
So here I am, butterflies in my stomach, and flat on the ground, attention span of a goldfish, with this dumb smile that I can't wipe off my face.
[i] Thank you, Billy Joel for being such a kickass story-teller/song writer. Today, during Statistics, as I methodically ignored Professor MJ Schukas, I started writing an ode to Campion Nights.
Nights spent at Campion always prove to be a great time; before, during, and "the morning after". So while I say thanks to Mr. Joel for giving us The Piano Man (whose tune was shamelessly exploited here), I also want to give all my love and thanks to the friends who have inspired this song. [/i]
Nothin' but LOVE to my collaborators: -GRETA, the girl who's teaching me that there truly is "No Day But Today." -SEVIL, my crazy roommate, god love her, because I have to tell her when to shower :? ...and finally -HEATHER, "the sweet one" and my co-conspirator extraordinaire. dude, why are you [i]always[/i] inside my head??
[i]As of 3:45 AM on Friday, February 6, 2004, the song is finally finished. Thank you Sevil for another late night.[/i]
[b]Club 125, I give you[/b]
[b]Campion Nights[/b]
It’s 9 o’clock on a Saturday And Greta’s boys shuffle in Got two young guys sitting next to me Making love to their Colt 45s
They say “Never again while at Coffey Hall!” Because we all know how it goes Coffey’s sad yet it’s sweet Without beer, incomplete Why didn’t she keep her door closed?
Lalala-ladeda (Drink at Campion…Joey drinks with you)
Michael is playing his MP3s And Ryan’s in n’ out Guys are on their 3rd round of colt 45s While the ladies finish their wine
Our friend Mike is staying sober tonight He’s the guy who buys us our drinks He’s quick with a joke, always up for a drink Tonight, drunk, is what he’d rather be
Mike says, “Greta, why not go for a li’l spin?” Oops! He dropped her flat on her face Sevil is inside puking her breakfast out As Big Poppa caresses her face
Lalala-ladeda (Drink at Campion…Joey drinks with you)
There isn’t anyone that Chris hasn’t kissed Never been tied-down in his life And he’s talking to Howie Who’s still with Stephanie She eventually will be his wife
Room one-fourteen's at AA tonight As Gaston gets extremely close At Campion it’s time for a tasty bev’rage Cuz Garanzini surely condones
Michael is playing his MP3s And Ryan’s in n’ out Guys are on their 4th round of colt 45s While the ladies finish their wine
So now Robyn’s passed out asleep on the floor And the room distinctly reeks of beer It’s a typical night at club one-twenty-five This is what we call Campion Nights
The boys tell the girls its time to go home And Greta wants to walk by the lake We all wonder outloud who's been groping who Who cares? We all like to share!
oh Lalala-ladeda (Drink at Campion…Joey drinks with you)
Michael is playing his MP3s And Ryan’s in n’ out Guys are on their 5th round of colt 45s While the ladies finish their wine
