Saturday, September 10, 2005


Yesterday was the long awaited Celebration on the Grand here in GR. Last year my class and I all went to Britts house after school then downtown for the fireworks. This year was supposed to be the same, but we were going to go the Heather's house instead as of Wednesday. On Thursday we were going to go to Ang's instead. By Friday morning half were going to Heather's, half to Ang's. Friday afternoon came around, three people to Ang's, two to Heathers, 6 to Brent's, 4 to John's, and the rest to their own houses in acute frustration. I was one of the accute frusteration cases. I arrived home late, having missed my bus due to the Chemistry class's fieldtip to Grand Haven's GVSU water quality boat thing running half an hour past the end of the day. I called about 5 different phones getting about 500 different answers as to what we should do. Finally I decided to go to John's house and go from there. I got in my beaaaaaaaaaautiful grey van and did just that, arriving without a problem.

Once there it was decided that we should all meet at once place for supper and then drive down together. This was an acceptable plan, and after conferring with my better 1/4's, we decided to go to our preferred set of fast food places, the MickyD's/Arby's/Adobe on Leonard. We called everyone and told them to meet us there at 6:30 and that we would leave for downtown at 7:15. This plan was carried out to a T...or as close to at T as 17 teenages can manage.

My mothers parting words to me were no groups of kids riding with you, and make sure you park at the Kendal place. I left Arby's with 3 passengers...not large group, right? I was the last one out of the parking lot, my first signal that something was not as it should be. I had specifically asked for at least one car to stay behind me in case of seperation. This request was apparently too much to hope for. As we drove, everyone made it through a crutial light...except me. By the time I got through the light the rest of the group was nowhere to be seen. Christie, my official navigator, told me she had thought they got on the highway, and so I did too. By the time I realized there was a detour on the exit I wanted, I also realized to get to the Pearl Street exit one must cross 5 lanes of traffic and ignore the sign that expressly forbids such an action. We got off the Market street exit instead, and frantially called John's phone, inquiring WHERE they might be.

It turns out that they had never gotten onto the highway!! This sent me into a panic. The next 15-ish minutes were quite traumatic for everyone invoved. The reason my mom didn't want me to park anywhere but the Kendall building was so I wouldn't have to navigate through the various one way and many laned and chaotic downtown GR streets. That is exactly what ended up happening. John told us to get on Michigan Street...ok, we did this. We went around a couple blocks searching for the next cross street. In our search we neglected to pay attention the the proper lane, and ended up turning right onto a street from the left turn lane...or something like that. In anycase it was hightly illegal and seemingly very dangerous. Well, guess what. as we were going UP Michigan street, everyone else was going DOWN it!! This resulted in us going on a wild goosechase.

The phone was handed to Sarah by now, who was better at explaining directions then John was. Now we had to figure out a way to turn around or at least figure out where on EARTH we were. We did this, pulling into a tiny lot to regroup. Next to us was a man in a car who looked a LOT like the cartoon Gollum in the Hobbit movie we watched last year in classic lit. He was pale as anything and incredibly skinny and generally scary looking. Anyway, so we figured out where we were going kind of, but not exactly. I was rather upset at this point, and then I noticed we were parked next to an "adult movie theater".

After nearly hitting a family with a stroller, I managed to pull out of the lot and get back to where I needed to be. Unfortunately the road I was supposed to turn onto was one way and I was totally going in the wrong direction and in the!! This seemed rather unsafe to me as you might imagine, and I refused to turn. I went through the intersection and turned into one of those ramp parking things. Turns out trying to turn around in one is VERY hard, I wouldn't recommend it personally. Finally we got to the right street and continued on until 6th street, where we found Sarah, the only person who I wasn't mad at by that point, on the corner by herself waiting to direct us to the Kendall building. Upon reaching the building I was more than releaved, let me tell ya!!

We set off for the Pearl Street bridge where all the cool people, including the whole Plymouth group and supposedly Janna and the rest of the Jurries and the Sikmas and whoever else from that group. It's a bit of a hike from the Kendall building, but we got there eventually. We reconnected with a group of guys we'd lost way back at skool. One of them told me that Gordon was there with the Sikma brothers. I was really excited, as I'd been waiting to meet John and Pete for awhile.

What I forgot to consider is the mild impossibility of finding someone you really want to find at Celebration. After walking back and forth a few times I gave up, figuring I'd find them eventually. Once one has reached the bridge there is the issue of finding a seat. Since we were all standing around talking at that point no one was really doing this. I considered it, and then suddenly Gordon appeared, John and Pete in tow. It was really cool to see 'em in the flesh, not singing Good Night Ladies or with their harems. They mingled well with the Plymouth-ites I think. Di, being her loud and slightly overbearing self, did a wonderful job talking to them. We love her anyway though. Then out of nowhere came James. It was also good to see him, and he recognized me right away, which was cool too. After Di almost killed his phone he left, but not without taking a picture of her, with me looking dreadful in the background. A few of us stood in the middle of the bridge for awhile talking. Pete left presently, citing the friendlessness of a friend of his back at his blanket. John hung around with another friend of his, Joshua, who I didn't know at all. I think John and Pete all got along pretty well with us crazy plymouth-ites. Hopefully they didn't get too scared:-)

The night was a lot of fun. Despite the traumatic driving experience, the crazy figureing out what we were going to do and where we were going to go, and all that it was definently a sucess. The fireworks were colorful and abundant. The grand finale made the bridge vibrate like crazy, it was awesome!! It was really cool to meet some of the blog people, thought I would have liked to meet the Jurries. Some other time. I made it home in one piece, thankfully. And now that I've spent like 4 hours getting this done I'd better just post it!!


Anonymous Liana said...

wow erika,
sounds like a very exciting night

10:01 PM, September 10, 2005  
Blogger Fro-man said...

1. Christy was your navigator?
2. you have way to much time on your hands, I am thinking of writing a personal recommendation to all of your teachers telling them you require extra busy work.
3. If you remind me tomorrow at school ( I will be I can get you a copy of the crazy pics from hoffmaster.

12:43 PM, September 12, 2005  
Blogger Smart Aleck said...

You have Daryl subbing, now that is scary (worse than all the new drivers on the roads).

1:15 PM, September 12, 2005  
Blogger scarlatti said...

look, erika, johns friends name is JEshua, and ive met him... he doesnt talk much... i think john and pete liked you just fine
you didnt mention me anywhere in that post.. i am so majorly offneded

7:51 PM, September 12, 2005  
Blogger Petey said...

Loooove the Spam, Erika!

8:43 PM, September 12, 2005  
Blogger John W. Sikma said...

you should probably delete that erika.

8:43 PM, September 12, 2005  
Blogger John W. Sikma said...

oh, and let me add that it was coo meeting ya' all. we'll see ya bowling night, eh? maybe we can sing "goodnight ladies" then

8:51 PM, September 12, 2005  
Blogger Erika said...

Li, 'twas indeed.

Daryl, she was, yes. She was in charge of talking into the phone and relaying me directions, all the while trying to calm me enough so I wouldn't get into a major accident. I must say she used her ingenuity, you'd be proud:-) Also, I have PLENTY to do!! I did that post a little bit at a time. I'll show you my agenda book tomorrow if you want, then you can see all my stuff. I will hunt you down to get those pictures, too!!

Smart Aleck, it is scary!! its so weird 2 think of him as Mr. Kamp at school...i know I always forget!! and i'm a GOOD driver...'cept when I'm lost and theres all one way streets!!

Scarlett, I'm most sorry about jeshuas name...i musta heard wrong. He talked super quietly. I'm sorry I didn't mention you, but as we discussed the next post shall be totally about us!!

Pete you sick pervert!! lol, i got rid of it so you won't be tempted nemore. and the idea is 2 comment about the blog *AHEM* ;-)

John, i followed your advice and got rid of it, have no fear!! It was great meeting u guys too!! Lets for sure plan on bowling, i'll figure out details. And lets pick a DIFFERENT song to sing, k??

9:03 PM, September 12, 2005  
Blogger eChuckler said...

In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came

My power over you
grows stronger yet

Thy spirit and my voice
In one combined

The Phantom of the Opera is here
Inside my mind

9:42 PM, September 12, 2005  
Blogger John W. Sikma said...

Nightime sharpens,
Hightens each sensation.
Darkness stirs and
Wakes imagination.

Silently the senses,
abandon their defenses.

Softly, deafly,
Music shall suround you.
Feel it, sense it.
Closing in around you.

Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind.

1:01 PM, September 13, 2005  
Blogger scarlatti said...

hey sikmas! long time no... um hearing from you... you dont care.. sniff sniff
yeah, have fun bowling

2:55 PM, September 13, 2005  
Blogger scarlatti said...

what spam? i didnt see any spam? *im confused* ( my quote, ask john)

2:58 PM, September 13, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Three bodies lyin' there does Patty see
And another man named Bello, movin' around mysteriously.
"I didn't do it," he says, and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand.
I saw them leavin'," he says, and he stops
"One of us had better call up the cops."
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night.

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around.
Number one contender for the middleweight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down
When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that.
In Paterson that's just the way things go.
If you're black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat.

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops.
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middleweights
They jumped into a white car with out-of-state plates."
And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head.
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary
And though this man could hardly see
They told him that he could identify the guilty men.

Four in the mornin' and they haul Rubin in,
Take him to the hospital and they bring him upstairs.
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Wha'd you bring him in here for? He ain't the guy!"
Yes, here's the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame,
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him, lookin' for somebody to blame.
"Remember that murder that happened in a bar?"
"Remember you said you saw the getaway car?"
"You think you'd like to play ball with the law?"
"Think it might-a been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night?"
"Don't forget that you are white."

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure."
Cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
Now you don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow.
You'll be doin' society a favor.
That sonofabitch is brave and gettin' braver.
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim."

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much.
It's my work, he'd say, and I do it for pay
And when it's over I'd just as soon go on my way
Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along a trail.
But then they took him to the jailhouse
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse.

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance.
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the white folks who watched he was a revolutionary bum
And to the black folks he was just a crazy nigger.
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger.
And though they could not produce the gun,
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all-white jury agreed.

Rubin Carter was falsely tried.
The crime was murder "one," guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride.
How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed to live in a land
Where justice is a game.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell.
That's the story of the Hurricane,
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

4:15 PM, September 13, 2005  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man?
Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps on the sand?
Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're foreve banned?
The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people fly?
Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it takes till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin in the wind,
The answer is blowin in the wind

How many years can mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exit
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer, my friends, is blowin' in the wind,
The answer is blowin' in the wind

4:18 PM, September 13, 2005  
Anonymous swedish chef said...

I leeke-a tu roon leeke-a zee veend. Bork bork bork! Zee munkey set oon my levn. Bork bork bork! yuoo veell deee-a a sloo und hurreeble-a deet.

4:21 PM, September 13, 2005  
Blogger Erika said...

*winks at scarlett* neway, the spam was something about free porn...definently inappropriate!!

Let it be hereby declared that any anon long songs will be deleted from this blog!! The BLSM simply cannot abide such behavior. and if I find out its mark leaving me long songs DOT DOT DOT!!!

4:49 PM, September 13, 2005  
Blogger scarlatti said...

have fun bowling

5:56 PM, September 13, 2005  
Blogger eChuckler said...

No more talk of darkness
Forget the wide eyed fears
I'm here
nothing can harm you
My words will warm and guide you

Let me be your freedom
Let daylight dry your tears
I'm here
With you beside you
To guard you and to guide you

Say you'll love me
Every with waking moment
Turn my hand with talk of solitime
Say you need me with you now and always

Promise me that all you say is true
That's all I Ask of You.

5:57 PM, September 13, 2005  
Blogger Erika said...

Scarlett, rn't u coming with us?? and chuck, i'm extending that warning to all songs I don't know, as well. I didn't know that song.

8:20 PM, September 13, 2005  
Blogger born2fly said...

I MET JWS I MET JWS I MET JWS I MET JWS I MET JWS I MET JWS I MET JWS! hi darrell i didnt know u had one of these things...driving iwth erika at the helm and chris as navigator was quite traumatic but i thankfully made it out alive, a bit emotionally scarred and i can no longer hear from my left ear on account of much screaming, but i lived! thats what counts!

8:41 PM, September 13, 2005  
Anonymous chritie Timmer said...

Oh my goodness that ride was beyond traumatic. i wanted to take over the helm even tho i dont have in my possesion a drivers lisence as of yet. however, i will ... if i pass my road test that is.... as of next wk. sat. neways. despite a frightening ride there, celebration was quite intruiging in fact. guess wut...some guy got a whole blown thru his shoulder taht nite from a firework. ::)) lol. go blue

9:15 PM, September 13, 2005  
Blogger scarlatti said...

erika, i want to come but ill make things awkward and no one will talk to me. so no i dont think i'll come. unless...
well, i dont know if gordon wants me there either

6:11 PM, September 14, 2005  
Blogger born2fly said...

chris, do you have a blog?
have fun bbsittin the mcdonalds

6:42 PM, September 15, 2005  
Blogger Erika said...

Abbs, no, chris doesn't, she just didn't figure out the whole other ID option. I found daryl's blog thru Lorettas blog when she had one and she had a link to Drew Bleekers and he had a link to was all quite surprising to me, too. Oh, and the screaming was from you, so its your own fault ur deaf!!

Chris, nice to see you. I expect regular comments, obviuosly. And you people make me sound like a wasn't THAT bad!!

Scarlett, ur a fruit!! If u want 2 come u 4sure should, k??

9:19 PM, September 15, 2005  
Blogger Eva Lemmon..? said...

Hmm. If you guys want a qualified and unruffle-able driver, I might be free.
(advance payment on gas though...)

Scarlett, you can chill with me any time.

11:37 AM, September 16, 2005  
Blogger Manda said...

I don't believe I know you either, but perhaps you know my brother-in-law Shawn? Used to live in GR, buds with Nate and Lydia.

9:27 PM, September 16, 2005  
Blogger Eva Lemmon..? said...

Hey jude, I do know Shawn. I was a pesky thirteen year old when he skipped town! Ahh, the good old days... Tell him I said hi.

10:31 PM, September 16, 2005  
Blogger Eva Lemmon..? said...

Oh, tell him That "I" aka, littlest lanning, said Hi. That would make it more user friendly.

10:32 PM, September 16, 2005  
Blogger Manda said...

Will do.

12:54 PM, September 17, 2005  

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