Easter weekend = everyone goes home. And by everyone, I mean 95% of my friends.
Jon Culver(who I will always refer to by his full name) was the first person I had social contact with between Friday afternoon and Saturday evening. Most would think that’s depressing, maybe it is. So, it’s Easter Eve(if there is such thing), what else is there to do other tahn dye eggs? A quick trip to Krogger we were in buisness. Only thing missing from the operation: Jvo(the token creepy guy).
What are three lonely people supposed to do on a dead Saturday night after egg dying? Go to Buffalo’s of course, to meet our (almost) 26yr old friend, and a few others.
The bar was filled with out-of-towners. Most of which were from Wisocnsin and Minesota. I never get a good vibe around Midwesteners, I don’t know why, but that’s how it works out.
Highlights of the night’s festivities:
-Jvo’s vagina and landscape eggs
-Watching inappropriate television
-Jon Culver’s retarded egg
-”Speciality Beer” that was drank by others(I still have 2 more weeks until I can resume)
-Yelling “War Eagle” to people who have no idea wtf a “War Eagle” truly means
-The night being renamed “CreepFest 07″…and Yes, there is an egg for that as well
