Regimental Ball is something for the Corps, by the Corps, and though I’m in favor of keeping friendships and lifestyles harmonious between the Corps and Civilian lifestyles, I enjoy, every once in a while, getting the Regiment together for a big event. And though true, not everyone from the Corps attends Regi Ball, it’s a blast.
My “date”, my boyfriend, Winston, flew up from California to see me. When you’re a freshman, having a date up for Regi Ball, despite the Saturday morning inspection, despite still waking up early, and despite the midnight accountability formations, is one of the most exciting moments of all of October. Admittedly, as an upperclassman, once you have the freedom to leave potentially every weekend, and your “date” can come up pretty much at will, the idea loses a lot of its glimmer. But for someone who only gets to see her significant other once in a few months, it’s just as exciting, and driving to the airport gave me just as many butterflies.
The weekend was a lot of fun; the Ball (and preparation for it) took up most of my Saturday, but Sunday, after the fact, was where the real fun came in. Winston and I, along with a few of the Band Corporals, headed into Montpelier for some browsing, exploring, and a few well-deserved Crepes at the Skinny Pancake. (If you’ve never been and are considering going, I’d recommend the Heartbreaker crepe… it’s heavenly.) Not only was it fun in the form of good food, but it was an excellent way to showcase some of the best things about Vermont, especially since Winston’s from SoCal.
Vermont is, yes, cold and sparsely populated, but the people that live here are, on the average, incredibly artsy and creative; just take a stroll around Burlington to confirm that. A lot of “homegrown”, a lot of “handmade”, and a lot of fresh air.
It was a pretty great weekend.
Band Co. ‘15