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SuperTerrificMegaHappyFun Reunion

Sunday, June 11, 2006

This weekend hosted the impromptu yet highly succesful Animal House mini-reunion. In fact, it turned out to be bigger than just the Animal House itself. Along with the former residents -- Ball, Mal, Cahk, Nips and myself -- we were blessed with the company of Moose, Doozer, Cahk's woman, and our favorite falto, Lizett.

The weekend started off smashingly well as we enjoyed the best burger in town at CJ's. T'his was my first Super Pub since the recent demise and rebirth of this fine establishment, and let me tell you, it's still effing awesome. Also, apparently the burger isn't called a Super Pub (I couldn't find one by that name on the menu), so instead I enjoyed a delicous Four Horseman with bacon. Mmmm, bacon. Okay, so it was no Golden Domer, but still a scrumptuous burger, nonetheless.

Next we moved on to Oscar's pool hall for the sole purpose of relieving AniMal of his DD responsibility. God knows none of us wanted to be in the car with him sober, much less drunk. Man, that man can't drive. That's right, Mal, I just told the whole world that you can't drive without and substantiating proof! What are you going to do about it, huh? HUH? Good times were had by all until someone kept farting. I don't know why that person decided to eat a giant mexican burrito the night before traveling cross country to see his college buddies, but rest assured that it will never happen again.

Oh, and for the record, I drank approximately 1 gallon of beer Friday night. Fact. Mothball drank a gallon of beer at CJ's alone, and probably another at Oscar's. Also fact. AniMal is a scrawny white boy with chicken legs. Also also fact.

Went to Chili's for sweet sweet queso and fajitas for lunch Saturday. Nips started explaining all the cool stuff he was working on these days and an extreme dichotomy was evidenced as Moose and I began to get excited and Cahk and Kristine's eyes started to glaze over. Ahh, the engineer effect. Anytime one of us talks about our studies or work, normal people fall into epiplectic siezures followed by a catatonic sleep. Beware. Besides the point, Nips is doing some pretty sweet-ass work and I'm actually jealous of him. I've been at my job for a year now and just when I started to sink my teeth into something interesting and worthwhile, they make me rotate to a new office where there is nothing for me to do. But we'll talk moore about that later.

True to form, Cahk wanted to toss the old disc around in front of Fisher. I'd almost forgotten how much I missed throwing the frisbee around. Playing ultimate last fall was a lot of fall and I'm secretly hoping that my third rotation is in the DC area so that I can join the league again. It wasn't quite the same without Alaska there to make fun of my crappy throws, but I'm sure he and I will remedy that sometime soon. Does Alaska even read my blog? I need to call that kid.

We hit up Kay's for dinner. That place was deserted, which makes no sense seeing as how hot dogs and beer are uber-cheap there. And tasty. I actually didn't have hot dogs since I had a bad experience the last time I had Kay's hot dogs. Jism can vouch. I still blame the Rolling Rock at the trumpet party. So awful. Damn you, Rolling Rock!

Our initial plan for the night was to start drinking, then move to a bar carrying the Zibby fight. Much to our demise, no bars in the town of South Bend were showing the fight! What the eff? So we carried on with the drinking portion of our plan. Cups at Corby’s, Guinness and good music at Fiddler’s, good times at the Oyster Bar, and then back to Corby’s (why, I have no idea). Kristine and I both had a craving for the 24-hour Burger King, so we decided to hit the drive-thru. There are some guys in front of us trying to walk through the drive-thru when we get there, but having no luck. So Kristine (who’s driving) offers to pull up over the sensor. This works, so she backs up to give the guys space. Wham! Well, more like “thump.” Sure enough, hit the car behind us. Cahk jumps out and makes sure everything’s okay and all seems well until we pull up to the window for our food. The cashier says the lady in the car has our license plate number and wants to talk to us, and that the cop working security in the parking lot is coming over. Snap. Things are look bad. Mind you, this is not the safe, clean part of South Bend (does one even exist?), but rather downtown at 1am. Despite our surroundings, Mal is more scared about the fact that there are four people in the backseat, none wearing seatbelts. Awesome. I roll up my window and AniMal says the second-best quote all night: “Good idea Goat. Less talky, more rolly-uppy.” The best quote is not decent for posting on a blog. Long story long, the cop checks to make sure none of us are drunk, then waves us on. You thought the end of that story was going to be much more hilarious, didn’t you? Ha-HA! You were sadly mistaken. Circle gets the square.

That pretty much ends the funny part of this post, so if you don’t like plain stories, skip the rest. For those of you who have been dying for a post by Nostalgic Goat, read on.

This morning I went to mass at the Basilica which was awesome. A little detail I noticed at mass is that they still kneel through the entire Eucharist at ND. When did the rest of the country start standing during it, and why? Afterwards I took a walk around St. Mary’s lake and soaked up all the nature. I must have seen a couple dozen species of birds including an oriole and a blue jay. Best of all was all the green. For those of you who really know me, you know I eat that shit up. I know it might seem weird to post about it, but you have to understand that I don’t get that kind of stuff in California. The place is basically a desert that they’ve pumped water into from all over the West to make it inhabitable. In it’s credit, though, it does have cool marine life like dolphins, sea lions, and the ever-elusive whale.

Walked by Zahm and North Quad on the way back to Ball’s and the memory flood-gates seemed to open up. It’s amazing how just being at a place can bring back so much you hadn’t thought about in a while. Part of me didn’t want to leave today, but I reminded myself that I would be back before I knew it for football season.

Speaking of football, who applied to what games? I’m definitely coming to Stanford, and then either Purdue or UCLA. Also, anyone who wants to go to the USC game in LA is welcome to crash at my place. Unless you’re Remball.

ps - Despite the fact that I took my camera to South Bend, I did not take any pictures. No visual enjoyment for you, suckers. At least not until Doozer sends me some of her pictures.

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