As someone who has never so much as taken one class at the University of Manitoba, I sure have spent a lot of my time there.
UMAnime was the first Anime Club I attended, and I went there for about 2 years give or take. At first it was just me walking down to the University Centre, sitting quietly in the back of the club room alone and watching CardCaptor Sakura.
Eventually, it became a total 180 from that. I would go every second Saturday with my best friend and we'd meet up with two other girls there. The routine was always the same, our first stop would be at the convenience store in the University Centre (GPAs I think it was/is called) to buy junk food and then head up to the club room. The girl at the store eventually got to know us so well that she'd be able to tell us if the other half of our group had already been there or not. Because this was vital information. Even though we were about to head up to the club room in five minutes to see for ourselves.
Armed with snacks and caffeine we would sit in the back of the room and talk, draw, giggle and play card games. Oh yeah, and sometimes we'd actually watch the anime that was being shown. That's the thing about being a young anime fangirl. You don't actually watch a lot of anime so much as be loud and obnoxious. Because of this, I'm pretty sure everyone else in that club despised us. I can't imagine why. It wasn't like we left empty bottles of Peach Iced Tea laying around or often left the room loudly while walking in front of the projector.
...Moving on.
A couple Saturdays a year, the UMAnime club would hold an open house. This was basically a glorified club meeting. Instead of watching the shows in a cramped room in the University Centre, they'd show stuff in the rooms in the Armes building. These rooms were actual lecture halls and they were really nice from what I remember. (Nice for anime club, anyway.)
Of course, having the meeting in this other building meant a longer journey from the store to the rest of the action. That was okay though - there was an underground tunnel that led us straight there!
There was only one problem. The store closed around 5pm and these bigger meetings ran much later than that. So, our last trip to the store consisted of all four of us buying everything we thought we would need to get through the rest of the evening.
It's hard for four fifteen year old girls to carry that much Peach Iced Tea and God forbid we put it in our backpacks or something.
As you were probably expecting, one of us drop a bottle and it breaks on the concrete of this ghetto tunnel. I'm pretty sure we all just kind of stood there for a second, before actually doing the smart thing and kind of cleaning it up.
By kind of cleaning it up I mean we threw away the broken glass and half assed wiped up the spill. Then we skipped along on our merry way back to actually watch stuff. That mess? Nope, couldn't have been us. I mean, we actually *drink* our Peach Iced Tea, not foolishly drop it!
We spent another year or so after that going to UMAnime. I guess for whatever reason the spill stayed around for a while and didn't ever get properly cleaned causing a stain. Every time we walked past that stain we took a moment to stop and bow to the bottle of Peach Iced Tea that didn't get to fulfill its destiny of keeping us caffeinated and able to annoy everyone around us.
It was a sad life for Peach Iced Tea, I can see why that particular bottle would lose the will to live.
(Title Reference: Song lyric from Dragonfly by Smile.DK)
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