Hobbit Lovin’

This last Wednesday a couple of friends and I took a fantastic journey through Middle Earth and came out the end unscathed, minus a bit of a hang over. We commited one of the nerdiest acts conceived by man. We watched, back to back to back, all three of the extended versions of the Lord of the Rings. I skipped my last class of the day, anthro 380 (take this class if you like skipping at least once a week and not missing anything), and started the marathon at around 1:30 PM and it lasted with minimal breaks until 3:30 AM the following morning. I know many of you out there would not understand this urge that caused me to commit this treason against everything to prevent celibacy, and I know it is right of you to feel this way. Ever since the first extended version of LotR came out on DVD I knew someday I would have to watch them all, and this dream finally came true.
Along with just the movies we spiced up the whole experience with some extracurricular activities, mainly drinking and pizza. We started our drinking with the beginning of The Return of the King, the last one, for those who are unfamiliar with life on the outside of a sandy cave in the Arabian Desert, and decided the best way to go about it was in the form of a drinking game. The rules were fairly complicated, but for those with a vast knowledge of the movie it was simple. First and foremost, one drink was taken for anything taken as sexual involving a hobbit; hobbit on hobbit action, man on hobbit, or any N.A.W.H.L. activities (National Association of Wizard Hobbit Love). Since this runs rampant though out the movie, we had to make it only one drink for each instance or we all would have died of alcohol poisoning. We also had a one drink rule for every time Aragon got hit on, a new scene that was not in the original (which was later abolished by Eric because he was getting hammered off it), a scene with the ghosts, any comic relief by Gimli, and any awe inspiring fighting move that any viewer saw fit to drink to. We did shots for our favorite scenes, and a shot for when the ring final melted away in the fires of Mt. Doom. Eric became so drunk that he blacked out the memories of him finishing the movie, kind of defeating the reason for the whole night, but we all had fun and a long tired following day to reflect on our journey.
If I had to say that I learned just one thing from this experience it would be clear to me what that notion would be. Sam and Frodo cannot keep their hands off each other, and I think Peter Jackson really wants to have sex with a hobbit.