Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Music: The Bloodhound Gang - Ralph Wiggum
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I had a great weekend out at Bucknell and what's the first thing I write about? Why war and social issues of course!

Let's get back on track: My dull day-to-day affairs.

Went out to Bucknell this past weekend for Homecoming and such. It usually takes me about two and a half hours to get to Bucknell from home, but I ended up with an extra hour tacked on because of mystery traffic. I have no idea what caused it, but I nearly finished my book during the dead stop.

After checking in to the luxurious (read: possibly toxic) Hotel Hartman (my friend Ben's house), we started drinking to keep ourselves warm during the Lewis Black show. That's right! Lewis Black came to Bucknell and I didn't know about it until I got there. He was very very funny, and they had free food available including s'mores. I was all over that, and kept the pointed stick that they gave me to roat the marshmellows...just because.

The rest of the night was a blur of trying to see my girls from Granada while keeping tabs on the increasingly plastered crew back at Ben's house. I walked across the street from te Highlands Pub back to Ben's just in time to catch them playing Circle of Death with Rumpleminz...For the uneducated, Circle of Death is when you pass around a bottle of liquor and drink from it until it's empty, and Rumpleminz is 100 proof schnops of DOOM. Realizing that the evening was only going to end in tears, I chose to konk out on the couch.

Woke up the following morning to find a new chair in the room and a blanket on the floor. After a bit of...clean-up...Myself, Ben, Ben (Rupe), and Carrie headed to the Selinsgrove Brew Pub for lunch. I opted against using the "hair of the dog" hangover cure and just had an iced tea with my delicious pretzels. I took it much easier that night since my allergies are starting to make me sick. Stayed at Tom and Jamie's so no one would worry about waking me up in the living room. Their cats are nice.

Around long enough on Sunday to spend some time with the C&H-ers. Galloway is just like I left it, and the cookout was a lot of fun. It was very nice to be sitting in the lounge again watching TV. Even if it was football :)

On that note, I'm going to be headed back out there for Halloween. I know exactly what I'm going to be, too: 1920's gangster. I have the black fedora and everything!
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