We brought 4 home after the game. They headed downstairs immediately to ditch uniforms and change into the collection of left-behind blue rim USNA tees and shorts from sponsor generations past. Stampede upstairs where the chips and salsa are out on the counter. Phones brought out for mandatory social media work. Deploy to the big sofa, put a movie on ("Transporter 3"). Inhale chips and salsa, then start on 7-qt slow cooker steak chili, cheddar-Ortega chile cornbread and veg sticks with ranch dressing. Multiple refills. One gallon of milk gone and two gallons of raspberry iced tea. Three containers of Turkey Hill ice cream ravaged. Settle down on sofa with 3 boxer dogs to watch movie with phones in hand. All asleep within 15 minutes. Wake up around midnight, drink more milk, stagger off to bed downstairs in the "mid wing."
It's 11:20 AM. Haven't seen one of them yet.
The "fun" comes from not being in Bancroft or on the Yard, with waking up between cool sheets in a quiet house and a nice long shower to look forward to.
Naval Bagels bagels await, with anything they could want to put on them. There is a big bowl of strawberries and cantaloupe. The gallon OJ containers have been brought in from the garage refrigerator. At noon, they know the boxers are allowed downstairs to wake them in exuberant style, which they wait for, because they miss their dogs at home. Our boxers dive right in for a cuddle - and joyously remember each grad at the door years later.
For plebes, this is fun.
For upper class, we are the default setting if they don't have plans with friends, need some quiet time or need to get work done.
And it's fun for us too.