Two weekends in a row in the presence of DRigato, Scolson5, and MicVat makes me a lucky girl indeed! What a funny couple days. Seriously -- hilarious. I think I might have actually peed my pants a little bit on Saturday, the day on which the bulk of the FUNNY occurred. Ha. So, okay -- here are some key recounts of the weekend's events:

-> LSAT Saturday. Glooossss over that.
-> Meeting a sobering-up-but-angry-about-the-game-and-the-loss-of-a-pink-hat Mike and Fullback at Legends. Mike punched Fullback in the speed bags as the game let out. Fullback had "brownie" on his shirt, which he changed later for the Pole/Backer.
-> A chat with Scolson, who was stealing Capri Suns from the band building. And then a bit of chaos by Legend's, during which Mike tried to get Sarah to smell his pants . . or chaps. Whatever. What? Weird.
-> An unforgettable trip to Martin's, which involved a few noteworthy occurrences. First of all, there was an odd Neapolitan Ice Cream / Ground Beef hybrid labeled "meatloaf" in the refrigerated meats section, which we dubbed Neapolitan Meatloaf. Antics ensued. "Don't get no [Meapolitan Neatolaf] on the Sofa Sofa," says Frank Zappa, amongst other things. Secondly, I saw an IBM camper from this summer, which was just bizarre and weird. But awesome. But weird.
-> While making dinner with Sarah and Dave post-Martin's, MicVat emptied a FACEFUL of Reeces and Almond M&M's onto his face/the floor/everywhere. More antics ensued.
-> A trip to Ramin's house party, at which some of the Faltos showed their faces. Aw, faltos. Particularly entertaining were Miguel and his new "tat," which he doesn't call a "tat," but SHOULD, and Lizett's Khaki on Khaki action. Oh, Lizett -- just embrace the khaki on khaki and enjoy your Killian's.
-> At the Bizacker, ummm, nothing too exciting happened. But I remember "Hang on Sloopy" and then "RockyTop" and Fullback's clean shirt. And, of course, proposing the age old question "what if I drink this Miller High Life?" And then . . .

Anyway, all in all it was a fulfilling ND weekend, aside from the crapalicious game. And if you feel short-changed by these brief snipetts, it's only because the full tales are too incohesive to tell. I promise. But impose a laugh track on this post, and though it might seem forced, you'll start to get it. Or not. Khaki on Khaki.