Some College Stuff That May Only Interest Me.

1. SOMF got rug-burn on his face from trying to imitate Mick Jagger (leave it to the professionals, dude).
2. Mung once almost collapsed an entire wall by pushing Slant into it (yes, in a drunken stupor), and then came back a few minutes later wondering what happened.

3. I had a poster of Christina Applegate AND Tracy Lords on my wall (sheesh).

4. The bar we built senior year was built to the specifications of Mung (he is around 6 feet, six inches) – so most people had a difficult time getting comfortable there.

5. Penny fights are not good in an apartment, especially when neon lights are around.

6. Pizza tastes very good at 3:00 in the morning, as well as McDonalds food (and both at the same time, sometimes).

7. It was hard to pick up women in college when I was engaged.

8. Happy Hours on Fridays always produced an uncommonly large amount of funny stories AND quotes for our quote list (Check some of them out here - http://losrulz.tripod.com/Quotes_1.htm).

9. Anytime I smell burning wood, I always think about Mont Alto.

10.Ramon noodles ruled!

Vodka and What???

You know you’ve had too much to drink when you are laughing at Byron Allen. Yes, this actually happened to yours truly during his freshman year in college. Picture this: a college in a very rural part of Pennsylvania on a weekend when most students chose to travel home. That’s right – a Philly boy, like myself, had to make do at good ol’ Penn State Mont Alto with hardly anybody around. There wasn’t even a kegger scheduled for that weekend, which made the prospect of having fun a little bleaker. Remember, our dorm t.v. only got 25 Alive (an NBC station that spent a lot of broadcasting time promoting the York County fair).

My suite-mate, Weezie, decided to stick around that weekend as well, and the two of us decided to drink the $3 bottle of Vodka that my roommate had brought up with him (but since he wasn’t there, the bottle was free game in our book). This vodka was the real-deal, complete with a plastic bottle … which meant we had to scurry to the local convenience store to pick up some kind of mix that would at least partially dilute the hideous paint-like flavor. We found only grape mix – not the best mix for vodka. But, we were desperate to, at the very least, get through the night without being sober (after all, we were freshmen).

We mixed a few glasses of grape-juice and vodka, watched some movies on VHS, and then got a phone call from some other friends who lived in the dorm next to ours. They had beer, and we had vodka. Could the night get any better? Weezie and I hiked over to meet up with the others (we were kind of excited, because for some reason, the vodka and grape juice wasn’t really hitting the spot).

Beer and said vodka was mixed that night, my friends. We played all kinds of drinking games, and before I knew it, I was in front of the TV screen, laughing out loud to the Byron Allen show. You know you are drunk when you are laughing at Byron Allen. If you don’t know who he is, there is a good reason. He is NOT funny.

Anyway, around this time, my suite-mate realized how intoxicated I really was, and helped me back to my room – where I threw up a few hours later. Funny, how I no longer like the taste of grape juice.