July 21, 2011 by Billy Rison
Well, my fellow interns and I had an experience of a lifetime. We made the long venture to Virginia Beach and never looked back. This trip took lots of preparation and foresight to pull off and I can easily say that we couldn’t have done it without the help and encouragement from our fearless leader Wendy Livingston.
I left you last week with a rough outlook into how I was going to dress up for the club. While I didn’t follow my 10 step plan word for word, I did drastically change the way I dress. To the left is a picture of how I dressed for occasion. (1) Gelling my hair was definitely a new experience (except for middle school when it was “cool” to spike your bangs) and it turned out really setting a good base for my outfit. (2) Next was a spray tan and after consulting heavily with my fashion stylist, Justin Salvant, decided that it would be “too much.” I had to agree, plus it probably wouldn’t do well under the extreme heat conditions you put your body through within a club. (3) Excessive jewelry was the next goal and frankly… I don’t have the money for that kind of thing. (4) As for my ambition of becoming fluent in reality tv shows, I don’t think this will ever happen. I wasn’t able to become fluent in Spanish, despite 6 years of practice, so I don’t know how I’m going to study something as vast as reality television. (5) Picking up on the VA Beach lingo was easier than I thought. I just threw in more phrases like “yeah bro” and “yeah man” than usual (which is pretty hard because I do this more than is professionally acceptable). (6) The place was actually really safe and we had some great bouncers, so mace was deemed not needed. (7) I found that a tank top was the best way to show off the guns (it had to be bright), so Justin “Fashionista” Salvant hooked me up with one of his finest. (8) Tattoos were a must, so I got a heart with the name of a special person in the middle (yeah… you know who you are). (9) Instead of sunglasses, I used large, lens-less glasses. I was informed that it makes you really stand out from the crowd and that nerdy is “in.” I don’t pretend to know anything about being fashionable, but this confused me. I just went with it though, and apparently it “worked.” My colleague, Amie Bauer, was quoted saying, “Billy Rison! He’s my favorite! I’m his number 1 fan! OMG! Those glasses are hot!” Between each sentence she took a VERY deep breath. She’s kind of intense. (10) Lastly, I really worked the strut. I don’t normally come off as intimidating, but you didn’t want to get in my way…
The interns arrived fashionably late and ready for a great time. We spent our time dancing in the middle of the club surrounded by the crowd. I got a couple of shout outs from the DJ, not because I stuck out like a sore thumb, but because I was that COOL.
On our way home we got a flat tire on the side of 64. The three guys in the car were setting up the jack and attempting to get the tire out of the trunk. After several minutes of struggling, a tow truck pulls up behind us and a very small man comes out. He gets the tire out very easily and changes the tire in less than 5 minutes. This did a lot to ruin all the self confidence any of us may have garnered by looking so fly…
July 11, 2011 by Billy Rison
I don’t know how the readers of the William and Mary blog feel about going clubbing, but it has always been a novel idea. Now let me set the scene: I grew up in the small town of Ashland, VA, the largest exit between Richmond and Fredericksburg and that is the largest thing about it. My nightlife experiences have been limited to a few bars and delis (bars in Williamsburg are called delis) in Williamsburg and Richmond, as well as several fraternity socials and formals. I’m not exactly what you would call an “Usher” or a “John Mayer” who have been known for their extravagant night lives. I may be more along the lines of a mixture between a less sleazy Jimmy Fallon and a less hipsterish Michael Cera (along the lines of Juno). I wasn’t exactly tailored for this kind of scene.
The admissions interns have been planning a trip to The Cave which is a large club in the Virginia Beach area that is sure to expand the horizons in my social life (those who know the club’s reputation know that people of my limited clubbing experience are not in the majority at this establishment). The vast majority of people are Virginia Beach natives or younger people visiting the area on vacation. They have most likely already navigated the cloudy waters that are a night club… If I’m going to make it through this trip, I have to undergo multiple transformations. Here’s a list suggested to me by some of my colleagues:
- Hair gel (maybe with frosted tips)
- Spray tan
- Excessive jewelry
- Fluency in reality tv shows
- Research on VA Beach locals (picking up slang and local lingo)
- Mace was suggested
- Tank tops could be useful, if not, make sure the shirt is excessively bright and extenuates your muscles (not a problem for me)
- Sunglasses indoors
- A Tattoo (sorry mom and dad, but this is necessary…)
- Practice my strut… it must exude self-confidence
My interpretation of what I need to be to go clubbing is probably skewed by the show “The Jersey Shore,” so do not be offended if you don’t fit this description and enjoy the club scene, I am simply not familiar. We will be making the trip later this week and I will be sure to update you all on the adventures that will surely ensue.
June 20, 2011 by Billy Rison
So I’m a Resident Assistant in Jamestown North and we have the privilege of checking the condition of each of our residents’ rooms before they move into the dorm. The standard procedure is to fashion some sort of key ring to hold the keys for each room… my solution was a shoe lace. I unthreaded a lace from one of my running shoes and tied a knot at the end to hold the keys on the lace. I had all my keys in order and walked through the rooms one-by-one. The rooms seemed to be mostly fine and I took note of any damages. I then placed the keys back on the proper hooks and was done with the task. I was finally ready to go to bed and get up early to run.
It is really hot in Williamsburg in the summer and the only thing worse than the heat is the humidity. I get up at 6 to run before my internship starts at 8. Yeah, it kind of stinks, but the heat is way worse, so I keep on getting up. Last summer I worked at Aromas in the afternoon until close, so I could get up at 6, run for an hour and then shower and go back to sleep until noon. Those were the days of minimum wage and no a.c., but that’s beside the point. I woke up at 6 the day after I checked the rooms and remembered that I used the shoelace from my running shoes… I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it (I still can’t). I still need to run, so I unthreaded the black shoe lace to my soccer cleat and weaved it through my running shoe. It looked a little goofy with the mismatched shoelace colors, but I was fine with that… switching it up is still cool, right? I go run, get real sweaty and come back, my usual routine. After work, I come back and want to play some pickup ultimate frisbee with some friends, so I go into my closet and see my cleat is of course missing its shoe lace. I then go through the same process of replacing the shoe lace from my running shoe back through the cleat. I have since repeated this process throughout the past couple weeks.
After much nerdy introspection I realized that life is kinda like losing a shoelace, you lose things and shift resources from one thing and allocate it to another, and pretty soon you’re shifting resources everywhere to fill the void. You’re really only displacing the missing stuff. You only have a limited amount of resources (time), so spend it on things you love because you never know where things can go (yes, I just inserted the cheesy connection to life lessons… that just happened). Getting into my senior year, which has become more real since my job title is “Senior Summer Interviewer,” has made me rethink how I want to spend my time. I’m going to enjoy what I’m doing next year and not spend my time stressing about things out of my control. Time in college is a limited thing and the time you have always runs out… make the best of it for as long as you can freshmen.
I guess I could just buy more shoelaces… but what does that mean for life lessons? Money buys you everything…?