What Would Bill Brasky Do?
When I tallyhoed across the countryside to the West Virginia borderlands last weekend, I missed out on BBQ on the River in Paducah. Dad, being part of the Buzzard Bros, got to help them bring in a whopping $33,000 in three days. None too shabby, folks.
Meanwhile Al Gore wins a Nobel Peace Prize. That should go along with his Oscar and Emmy...what a strange world.
A couple of my education classes just finished up this past week. That went along with midterm madness from my other courses, and you can top all that off with a touch of procrastination from my end to concoct a lovely regimen of life-oppressing homework. In two days combined last week, I got seven hours of sleep. I'm glad to be freed of those two-hour-a-day classes, though.
Reese decided to have a shindig at his place last Friday, to which I went. It was what passed for our "fall break" that day. I crossed paths with Hayden Rogers, whom I'd practically not seen since traveling Central Europe with him a few summers back. The lad's still in high school...I feel old. Zach McGill was there too; I was in Scouts with him and he's apparently the manager for Reese's band, The Effect. Small world, they say.
The best part of the night was when a few of us went to Huddle House. I tempted Dan Cole to get the Farrell (sp?) Platter. For the uninitiated, here's a rundown: here in Murr-town there's a fella named Farrell. Now I don't know him myself, but he's a big guy, runs about 8 foot tall, 450. Or was that Bill Brasky? Anyhow, whenever he Huddles, he gets this Farrell Platter. Whoever eats it gets the stuff for free. What it is is three double orders of plain hashbrowns, or about five pounds of potatoes and grease. I don't think Dan quite appreciated the fact that this challenge can kill a man, and I convinced him to order it. We put somewhere around half a bottle of ketchup on it, and he went to town. About 3/4 of the way through, Dan is telling us that he can't do it, but we pushed him on. He finally did it, much to the chagrin of his stomach. Coincidentally, the toilet back at Reese's didn't work when I went there again the next day.
Ed's friend Zach saw us while at Huddle House, and apparently worked up some gumption. He and Dean apparently both downed Farrell Platters this weekend. Huzzah!
Being the cool cat that he is, Reese had another party that very next day. I went over there to discover the bro-ish comrades of The Effect's now-sacked guitarist, Ricky. Cameron and I listened to their manly stories all night: basically it was "I was born in 1959, and I'm 21 years old. In 1987, I was drunk as hell. Somebody told me to pick up a glowing log out of a bonfire, so of course I did. Got burned so bad I had to wrap it up. Still went to work the next day, though - at eight in the morning and still hungover," over and over.
This Friday I headed east with the A-Team once more, to test our academic mettle. This time we were bound for Ironton, Ohio - home of Ohio University (Southern Campus), who apparently aren't accepted by their buckeye brethren. We stayed the night in Ashland, where I pulled my typical "talk to the desk guy" routine. The guy's a published author and president of a poetry club - I guess that's why he works the night shift at Holiday Inn. I'm supposed to go to lulu.com and search "outhouse." Other than that, we met another colorful individual. An oldish guy came out of a stairwell in front of us, and a 15-year old golden retriever named Montana followed. Of course the girls mobbed the dog, and I was left talking to Old Guy. After a couple of minutes, the dog walks over and just starts pissing in the corner. It was pretty much the greatest.
Ed wasn't able to make it on account of being in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. I went to see it Thursday, natch. I hadn't seen the play before, and I now am a fan. I thought they did a pretty good job of it all; most everyone did a fine job acting, though I have to say the guy they brought in and paid to play Big Daddy was probably the least convincing. I wish Lissa had done some different things directing-wise, but all in all I liked the production.
At the tournament, we were only able to field one team, a Div I team, because of attendance. We ended up getting third...out of three. The only other two Div I teams there were Georgetown and Ohio, so we played each twice. Georgetown beat us both times, although one was pretty close. Ohio we slaughtered the first time around, and then lost by two to the next time. I really wish we'd pulled off that second one; I feel like I could've won it for us. Then, miracle of miracles, Ohio beat Georgetown in the last round...leaving us in third place. I'm pretty sure all this was because I forgot my sword.
-Aaron
"Montana! Noooooo!"
-Old Guy to Montana the Dog
Meanwhile Al Gore wins a Nobel Peace Prize. That should go along with his Oscar and Emmy...what a strange world.
A couple of my education classes just finished up this past week. That went along with midterm madness from my other courses, and you can top all that off with a touch of procrastination from my end to concoct a lovely regimen of life-oppressing homework. In two days combined last week, I got seven hours of sleep. I'm glad to be freed of those two-hour-a-day classes, though.
Reese decided to have a shindig at his place last Friday, to which I went. It was what passed for our "fall break" that day. I crossed paths with Hayden Rogers, whom I'd practically not seen since traveling Central Europe with him a few summers back. The lad's still in high school...I feel old. Zach McGill was there too; I was in Scouts with him and he's apparently the manager for Reese's band, The Effect. Small world, they say.
The best part of the night was when a few of us went to Huddle House. I tempted Dan Cole to get the Farrell (sp?) Platter. For the uninitiated, here's a rundown: here in Murr-town there's a fella named Farrell. Now I don't know him myself, but he's a big guy, runs about 8 foot tall, 450. Or was that Bill Brasky? Anyhow, whenever he Huddles, he gets this Farrell Platter. Whoever eats it gets the stuff for free. What it is is three double orders of plain hashbrowns, or about five pounds of potatoes and grease. I don't think Dan quite appreciated the fact that this challenge can kill a man, and I convinced him to order it. We put somewhere around half a bottle of ketchup on it, and he went to town. About 3/4 of the way through, Dan is telling us that he can't do it, but we pushed him on. He finally did it, much to the chagrin of his stomach. Coincidentally, the toilet back at Reese's didn't work when I went there again the next day.
Ed's friend Zach saw us while at Huddle House, and apparently worked up some gumption. He and Dean apparently both downed Farrell Platters this weekend. Huzzah!
Being the cool cat that he is, Reese had another party that very next day. I went over there to discover the bro-ish comrades of The Effect's now-sacked guitarist, Ricky. Cameron and I listened to their manly stories all night: basically it was "I was born in 1959, and I'm 21 years old. In 1987, I was drunk as hell. Somebody told me to pick up a glowing log out of a bonfire, so of course I did. Got burned so bad I had to wrap it up. Still went to work the next day, though - at eight in the morning and still hungover," over and over.
This Friday I headed east with the A-Team once more, to test our academic mettle. This time we were bound for Ironton, Ohio - home of Ohio University (Southern Campus), who apparently aren't accepted by their buckeye brethren. We stayed the night in Ashland, where I pulled my typical "talk to the desk guy" routine. The guy's a published author and president of a poetry club - I guess that's why he works the night shift at Holiday Inn. I'm supposed to go to lulu.com and search "outhouse." Other than that, we met another colorful individual. An oldish guy came out of a stairwell in front of us, and a 15-year old golden retriever named Montana followed. Of course the girls mobbed the dog, and I was left talking to Old Guy. After a couple of minutes, the dog walks over and just starts pissing in the corner. It was pretty much the greatest.
Ed wasn't able to make it on account of being in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof. I went to see it Thursday, natch. I hadn't seen the play before, and I now am a fan. I thought they did a pretty good job of it all; most everyone did a fine job acting, though I have to say the guy they brought in and paid to play Big Daddy was probably the least convincing. I wish Lissa had done some different things directing-wise, but all in all I liked the production.
At the tournament, we were only able to field one team, a Div I team, because of attendance. We ended up getting third...out of three. The only other two Div I teams there were Georgetown and Ohio, so we played each twice. Georgetown beat us both times, although one was pretty close. Ohio we slaughtered the first time around, and then lost by two to the next time. I really wish we'd pulled off that second one; I feel like I could've won it for us. Then, miracle of miracles, Ohio beat Georgetown in the last round...leaving us in third place. I'm pretty sure all this was because I forgot my sword.
-Aaron
"Montana! Noooooo!"
-Old Guy to Montana the Dog