Water Balloon Madness!!!!

Preston and Steve were talking about dangerous toys this morning, and they mentioned some sort of water balloon flinging device, and it brought back a memory of a water balloon fight we had in Mont Alto.

This was not a normal water balloon fight, though. We had a battle between dorm buildings that were facing each other. We developed some sort of make-shift slingshot that was so big, it probably could’ve shot out cannon balls. We were college students, so we were dangerous in that we had insane ideas, and the unfortunate “skill” to be able to make our ideas come to life – hence the giant sling shot.

It was getting pretty intense, as it became a virtual water-world battleground, with few souls even attempting to open their windows or go outside. As always, it was fun until something went wrong. In this case, one of our water balloons, traveling close to the speed of light, crashed through one of the thick-glass windows of “the enemy.”

So ended the first (and final) dorm room water balloon sling shot slobberknocker.

The Pantheon of Foods

There are certain times and places in our lives in which we come across truly incredible foods – ones we know we’ll never, ever find again. It is bittersweet, in a way. For instance, I remember the hot turkey sandwiches and hamburgers at Interboro high school. They were like a touch of heaven in every delicious morsel. To this very day, I still have longings for these items.

Penn State Mont Alto was no different. Their wonderful creation was the chicken cosmo. I’m not sure what the differences were from this sandwich and a normal fried chicken sandwich, but when these were on the menu at the local cafeteria, one could almost sense the electricity immediately upon lifting one’s head from their pillow. There was a certain magic on campus. 12:00 noon couldn’t come fast enough. The cafeteria lines wouldn’t move briskly enough. Time seemed to slow down, because of the increasing anticipation of wrapping one’s lips around the seemingly “immaculately conceived” sandwich.

One was never enough. These sandwiches were like Lays Potato Chips – you couldn’t eat just one, it was impossible. I think I ate 3 one time. I saw my friend Mung eat 4 without breaking a sweat. To this day, I long to have a chicken cosmo like the one I had at Mont Alto many a year ago.