Why I'll be very sad in 3 days...
(MGoBlog alternate title, Unverified Voracity: Puking In Some Schmoe's Book Bag Edition)
I just got this email from Jeremy...
"I just booted into a library book bag.
Hell yeah.
What a great night."
To which my response was, "YES!" See, this is what college is all about. Forget studying and exams (yeah, they're important), but the real memories come from "the time we got drunk and I climbed a giant shrub". By the way, that actually happened last night. During the Pistons game, Jeremy and I blew through about 35 chicken wings, a bag of chips, a jar of salsa, and nearly an entire 24 pack of Labatt Blue. That, children, is called bringing your "A" game. We're going for an encore tonight, which will surely include gymnastics on the way home from the bar.
I just got this email from Jeremy...
"I just booted into a library book bag.
Hell yeah.
What a great night."
To which my response was, "YES!" See, this is what college is all about. Forget studying and exams (yeah, they're important), but the real memories come from "the time we got drunk and I climbed a giant shrub". By the way, that actually happened last night. During the Pistons game, Jeremy and I blew through about 35 chicken wings, a bag of chips, a jar of salsa, and nearly an entire 24 pack of Labatt Blue. That, children, is called bringing your "A" game. We're going for an encore tonight, which will surely include gymnastics on the way home from the bar.