Let me get a new bib...

I like to think of my summers in terms of my favorite pastime: eating.

First, my drink: Well, they started classy and have only gotten worse… Started with Champagne and six packs of various brewskies at school, transitioned to Seven and Sevens as well as Gin and Tonics during the few times I drank during the hunk of the summer, and then settled for (prepare yourself) Natty Ice near the end.

The appetizer: Senior Week - what a riot that was. Remember those meatballs at prom? Me either.

The Main Course: This wasn’t an Italian wedding meal with 5 courses. One big entrée. So it had to be good. This summer it was Camp Pendalouan. Friggin loved it. Got paid for teaching self defense, canoeing, archery, and swim lessons to 7 year olds, making inappropriate jokes that go over the kids heads but make my co-counselors laugh, going kayaking or sailing around for a whole afternoon, going on hikes, mountain bike rides or making the biggest bondfire I have EVER seen.

But that’s over now. It was a LONG summer camp season and it always ends at the perfect time. Don’t know how good I would have been at my job if another group of teens had come in this week. So now I’m home, decompressing and preparing for what lies ahead…

DESERT! Chillaxing time. Watching movies, seeing my friends off to college, hanging out in beautiful summertime Chicago. Also, my grandma’s 90^th birthday is during labor day so I’ll be up at a relatives’ lakeside cabin for a few days before school starts. And somewhere in between all that, I’m hoping to make a few hundred bucks working a week at a raspberry farm in ND, and I’m hoping to go on a camping trip with my some of my OP buddies… So we’ll see.

And then on Sept. 14^th, the restaurant known as Summer closes for the season. And then my junior year of college.

Booze Fiends

So I was reading Toto's post and it got me thinking of the "booze moochers" who constantly seem to invade our room. These "booze moochers" are not friends, but random underclassmen who travel in packs from place to place in search of free alcohol. Don't get me wrong, as an underclassman you don't have ready access to booze all the time. However, that's what friends are for. Booze moochers on the other hand, don't seem to have any friends except their fellow pack-mates. They roam from party to party opening fridges, cabinets, and other doors with complete disregard for other people's stuff.
Just recently a pack of these booze moochers found their way to stadium 110. Unfortunately the residents of Stadium were not fully capable of shunning the pests because one of them claimed to have a connection with one of our friends. Then their true colors came out. After about 10 minutes of being in our room, one of them came into the living room with one of Toto's nicer beers saying "Hey Can I have this, I just need one more" As Toto shook his head, the look of dejection on the face of the moocher seemed to convey what the rest of the pack felt, "these guys aren't going to give us anything more." After this sudden interference with their mission, the pack of booze moochers left the room.
I am not writing this post as a message of hate, but as a warning to all those who have booze in their room. Beware the moochers.