It was a cold fall day on Western's campus. All had either a coat or sweater, and the brave had on nothing. I was part of the brave -- just a sweater vest and jeans to keep my 98.6 degrees circulating. BUT, Micheru and Megan had coats to brave the harsh wind. And the wind seemed to be coming from all angels: Left, right, behind, in front of... There was no escaping our skin drying, no escaping our extremities turning red, and no escaping the goosebumps prickling up our arms.
No, we were on a mission from the great and powerful Events Notice. Events Notice is a newly long-standing tradition of informing our trio of treasures to be had around campus. Once it informs us, we have until the day of to find it.
To start the adventure I treaded to FAC to wait for my Japanese class. Micheru and Megan were already waiting, informing me that their Events Notice told them that there would be Taiyaki, fished-shaped pancakes, to be ate on campus. We all decided to find these special pancakes from the allotted time they would be available. We stopped for doubloons for said Taiyaki.
We hunted for the Taiyaki table.
We spotted one in the worst gust of wind imaginable on campus. Their table was wobbling, their dishes were threatening a windy suicide, and the people had the cold syndrome with all the symptoms. We introduced ourselves, ravishing the sign with Japanese while they set up.
The pancakes were astounding with the shape, with the crispy patterns of scales. Our eyes glowed with fascination and adoration for the skill and effort the Japanese Culture Club put in to making the Taiyaki. And the looks matched the taste, even covered in syrup. I wanted to take a picture with my Taiyaki safely on the plate, but the wind, the evil wind caught my suicidal plate. The plate tipped over, spilling syrup all over their small station. I kept apologizing while everyone awkwardly stood there trying to decide if I would clean it up or not.
BUT I AM THE BRAVE AND THE WORTHY. I sentenced myself the task of searching for the nearest restroom on the first floor of FAC. I took a deep breath full of the cold and headed inside. Behind me were the figures of Micheru and Megan standing and watching as I disappeared into the dimly lit hallways full of onlookers. The onlookers watched as I took my sticky plate through more hallways, past doorways full of humanly creatures twitching their heads at the scent of syrup. I continued walking trying to spot the circle woman in the triangle dress - the emblem of cleanliness and relief.
Nothing.
I was carefully making my way back to the set of doors where the rest of my trio waited when I had a sudden realization. I had water with me the entire time! I could've not risked my self-respect and just wetted a napkin outside and cleaned up my suicidal plate's mess. Alas, hindsight is 20/20. Nearly back, I received a text from Micheru. "Dudette, where did you go?"
I tried answering, but I caught her eyes first.
I came back to the evil wind saying, "I couldn't find the restroom. Then as I'm coming back I realized I had water with me."
I cleaned up my mess and we headed to Japanese class, forever logging the taste, smell, and pattern of the Taiyaki.
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