ours are bigger than yours

...take that to mean whatever you want!



SO.

all year, i've had this love-hate thing going on with the broho bridge (out near taylor & "the devil's backbone"). for taylor's homecoming joe, josh weesner, the fett kids, and i tried to hit it up and tag it IWU style, but taylor boys started stalking us and guarding their bridge, so we gave up. a few weeks ago joe, dignal, john, mere, and i made attempt #2 and got thwarted by some of grant county's finest (ok, cops, annoying when you're trying to break the law or whatever).

and then there came a day.

a day of peril, recklessness, abandonment, vengence, intrigue...a day that would inevitably result in either victory or utter defeat.

and this, my friends, is where our story begins.

plans were made. anthony, the one who once likened himself to samson of the bible due to his self-proclaimed super human strength, was called upon. suzin and sarah see right through him. he's zaccheus, super-human agility, and very few showers. but anyways. anthony, being able to climb and/or hang from just about anything God or man placed on this earth, was perfect for the job. jon of course was part of the plan, and suzin and sarah being ringleaders could be expected to make appearances as well. turns out we got an additional partner in...crime....dignal's may term roommate, jess, joined us as well.

after suzin returned from indy, we all piled in her car with rope and spray paint ready. the drive out was extremely foggy and rained in parts. hootie and the blowfish rocked out in the background as anthony began to nod off.

we reached the outskirts of upland, and turned onto the broho bridge road. passing the cemetery suzin remarked to dignal (since it was dark and scary enough), "hey, look, are those dead people coming out of the graves?!" dignal proceeded to smack the slap out of suzin, almost resulting in the five of them dying in a car accident right then and there.

but no, my friends. we prevailed.

we reached the infamous bridge, drove a little past, and suzin slowed down to unload the vandals. dignal got out, looked back, and remarked that a car was coming from off the highway.

suzin took off.

yes, suzin took off. not knowing what else to do to avoid detection from both taylor and the cops, suzin slammed the gas and left dignal in the middle nowhere, indiana with a wet field to hide in and no way of getting ahold of us. dignal was left behind.

ten seconds later suzin realized she'd just ditched her future neighbor, and began to get amusedly concerned. jess, jon, and anthony were rolling with laughter.

i mean, OF COURSE dignal would be the one to get ditched in a field at 2 am in the rain. some friends, eh? (note: if meredith had come, i'm sure it would've been her instead. these things just seem to happen to meredith. dignal was in the hot seat though).

suzin drove on down, turned onto a side street, but the car behind followed as well. finally suzin turned into a driveway and turned around to head back. still not thinking clearly, suzin pulled back onto the road despite the headlights approaching in the distance. suzin drove slowly past the last place we'd seen dignal, and sure enough we could spot her little white IWU hat poking up out of the ditch at us. we kept going because of the car, and turned around in the cemetery (no dead people, no). while turning about, it was realized that the car behind us was A COP!

but it was ok. we went back AGAIN and dropped off anthony, keeping jon because ANOTHER car was coming. we drove "the loop" around upland, through the taylor campus, down devil's backbone, and back towards the bridge and dropped jon off so that they'd have a cell phone to call the car with. suzin and jess stayed in the car and drove "the loop" a few times, taking a handy andy break for the bathroom and some beverages...koolaid for the vandals.

after a lot of driving, a lot of freaking out, and a lot of ditching of friends, we managed to tag that cantankerous old bridge. today, as the sun rises over the fields, and the gravestones sit quietly over their dead, the broho bridge will stand conquered. as the sun slowly burns off the leftover fog, as the bugs wake up and come out to splat on innocent windshields, as the manager of true value hardware opens his doors to the public....yes, the bridge will stand, but it will stand with a new foundation. for it has been written, "TU Tool Univ <3 IWU" and "IWU is all up ons Taylor (dignal)."

and as it is written, so it shall be.

our five warriors returned to their fort campus unharmed and unscathed save some mud and one dignal-with-ruffled-feathers. moments were relived in glory, and muddy shoes were cleansed in giant puddles. some even got their underroos dirty while making asphalt-angels in the puddles.

joy does strange things to people. strange, wonderful things.

so, fellow wildcats, next time you drive past taylor, hold your head high. lift a finger (a la rooph)* and let it be known that you are proud, proud to be wild, proud to be IWU.

proud to be king of the bridge.






*lift a finger (a la rooph) - extend pointer finger, crook it slightly, and pretend you are making a point in a converstion/speech

current mood: jubilant
current music: those #*@m birds outside