Northwestern Family Weekend: Reuniting with My Giant, Bearded, Baby Bird
Can I just say that my heart skips a beat when I see my boy? It absolutely does. It’s an undeniable, completely uncontrollable physiological response.
I’ve come to accept Logan’s absence on a daily basis as a necessary part of this stage in our lives.
His empty dinner chair no long haunts me.
But every time I get to see him, my heart does a happy dance that would panic EKG-reading cardiologists everywhere.
Frankly, I can’t imagine not feeling this euphoria when we reunite. It seems that a mother’s joy, at least while her children are still young and finding their way in the world, is never so great as when all of her chicks are tucked sweetly under her wing, however fleeting the reunion.
Granted, I fit under his wing better than he under mine these days, but that’s kind of beside the point.
This was the situation:
1. It was family weekend at Northwestern.
2. Jame and I have an aversion to crowds.
3. I am so not a “joiner”. Then again, neither is he.
Those three statements do not work well together, thus we decided that, since we can bop over to see Logan any time we want due to our proximity, we would leave a good portion of the no-parking-elbow-bumping-crowd-jostling events inherent with family weekend to the out-of-towners, and merely attend the football game and take Loge out to a nice dinner afterward.
First, we picked up my sister, Heather, below on the right, and her husband, Steve, at an ungodly early hour just so we could find a place to park amidst the family weekend chaos. I bought everyone purple and white striped scarves and purple hats to honor NU. Frankly, we may have ended up looking like a bunch of purple Where’s Waldos.
I wore what I thought was a purple fleece to honor the occasion, but was chastised the whole livelong day about the fact that it was actually blue. Later, when we picked Logan up for dinner, his first words were not “Hi, nice to see you, Mom!” or “Hey, what a game!”, but rather, “Nice blue shirt, Mom. You do know that Penn State is blue, right?”
Once on campus, we watched the band play in the pre-game show. Do you see my bearded baby chick tucked behind the tuba? Or, wait, that’s actually a sousaphone, no?
Usually when they’re done playing, I just get a royal wave, and Logan is off to tend to other things. Very, very important things I’m, um, sure. This time I got a full-fledged hug, and he even posed for multiple shots. WHOOPIE!!!
Then we climbed up, up and up some more to the nosebleed section where our hapless seats were located and where my sister revealed that she had on not one, not two, but SIX layers of shirts/jackets. Nonetheless, she froze the entire game. This has been the story of her cold, cold life.
Soon after the game began, I glanced to our left and shrieked a little when I got a look at Big-headed Baby Face Boy (BBFB) for the first time. Upon Jame’s urging, BBFB came and paid us a few surprise visits causing me to shriek each time. I would be chatting it up with my sis, or shouting at the refs. who were obviously on Penn State’s payroll, and then when I’d turn around that obscene BBFB mask would be inches away. It was quite unnerving, if I’m being completely honest.
Attending the game was well worth the shrieking episodes, though, because NU won by 3 points in the last 9 seconds! Go
Blue Purple and White! (I’m so confused.)
Afterwards, we toured the campus. This is the back lagoon looking westward.
Because Northwestern hasn’t been allowed to build their ever-growing campus outward toward the city center of Evanston, they’ve taken to backfilling portions of Lake Michigan to create more land for buildings. Apparently this has been going on since the 60’s. How clueless have I been?
The new music building below is part of the Lakefill project, which is probably why you have the feeling that you’re on a cruise ship when you’re inside of it.
Photos courtesy of: The Chicago Tribune
Here’s Jame decked out in his Northwestern gear. Proud papa.
And this is one of the libraries on campus. Rumor has it that Frank Lloyd Wright called it one of the ugliest buildings he’d ever seen. I beg to differ. I much prefer this type of lovely old building to the angular cruise ship built in the lake.
And to wrap things up, we went out for a delicious dinner.
All in all it was a lovely day. We walked over 12,000 steps according to our friends, the Fitbits, and spent so many continuous hours outdoors, we felt as if we’d been camping.
Goodbye once more to my giant, bearded, baby bird.
I’ll see you back in our nest on Thanksgiving eve.