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It's reading period, and I'm also terrible at working. But whatever, because EVERYONE HAS TO LOOK AT MY NEW FACEBOOK ALBUM simply because of the cowpie/model picture(s). Let me explain.
Tonight (err, well, Saturday night) was the Rugby Spring banquet, when all rookies are required to dress as something retarded and do retarded things or else get punished. The banquet's theme this year was Wild Wild West, and the rookies had the dress as cowpies (with one of us being the cow).
We were getting prepared for this shindig outside of Cuyler (dorm). Also outside of Cuyler? A photoshoot for some new Ralph Lauren collection (I'm assuming fall...). They were all over campus all day, but at that time they just happened to be in the same general vicinity. At first, they were sort of obscured from us, down the steps and behind trees. We were painting our faces/arms with brown paint and applying fake bugs to our brown outfits and rolling in the grass to look as much like POOP as one can look. Of course, the photoshoot goes and moves right next to us.
Immediately, the people in the photoshoot were wondering what the crap we were doing, no pun intended. One of the photographers asked us, and we told them about rugby rookie initiations. And whaddya know! He tells us that their new line is rugby-themed, and shows off some rugby stylings of the model's clothing.
The models that were waiting for the one model girl to get done her shoot (in an entryway that was occasionally used by bewildered students) were staring at us the whole time. Eventually, the male model, who was ridiculously good looking, came over and we told him what we were doing and why. He kept commenting on how beautiful the buildings were, and I agreed but told him the inside was much like regular college dorms (sort-of truth, at least in Cuyler it is). So now I can officially say that I talked to a male model. You know, in case it comes up in one of those surveys.
The female models came over a few minutes later and asked for themselves. I think one girl ended up translating our answer for the other girl. They laughed, and went back to being beautiful. We all hated ourselves, but continued applying centipedes to our skin.
We had to run over to Frist for details about our rookie scavenger hunt, but we couldn't resist asking if we could have a picture with some of the models. Some woman told us it was okay, (the models could hardly understand us) and took the picture for us on my camera. WHICH IS NOW ON FACEBOOK.
One of the dudes at the shoot asked me if I could stop by the Ralph Lauren store on monday to give him the picture (where the crap do I get it developed around here?). I'm SURE it's going in their next catalog...
In real life, I'm incredibly behind on work and really stressed out. I typed "stressed up" first.
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