wearing this shirt:
sitting in this venue:
Some take spring break trips to Florida or Mexico.
I prefer to go back to my old stomping grounds--my Alma matter--and pretend for just 24 hours or so that I'm young, in college, and enjoying a hockey game with friends.
Granted, when I was young and in college, I was sneaking into frat houses and drinking cheap beer out of red keg cups.
(I make no guarantees about the frat houses this time around)
(though, the last time I was in a frat house, I passed out in the men's bathroom, while on the toilet doing my business after drinking WAY too much trash can punch)
(true story)
I've turned on the comments. Not because I need affirmation that passing out in the opposite gender's bathroom is a common occurrence in college, but because I want to try and see if I'm pas the "stalk my own comments" phase. We'll give it a go.....
Photos courtsey of google images. Except the first two. Those are mine.
4 comments:
I remember the phone call...love,mom
Thanks, Mom.
For the record--I felt like crap for a week and didn't touch Hawaiian Punch for years.
Comment, comment, comment, comment...Okay, now that that's out of my system.
Trash can punch...such mixed memories.
Can I say I'm so happy to be able to "talk" again? ;)
Jeez! That photo makes me look like you probably felt after the trash can punch!!
Can't wait to cheer for the Fighting Sioux!
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