Umm, there are some pretty amazing pictures of Mel on the webs.
I was getting ready to make a post and knew I was getting close to 10,000 (finally), so I went to check my post count and I actually made my 10,000th post on Tuesday with this bit of knowledge about Food Babe. I suppose that is appropriate for me. If only I would have thrown something in there about rescued animals.
-Driving down to Nolin this afternoon. Baby bro's bachelor party. 15 dudes or so in a really nice vrbo cabin. Should be fun. I'll be pretty content to hang around the yard, play games, poker, drink, etc. with this heat. Be nice to get out of town for a couple days. Also get to hang out with 1st...ller who is in town from New York.![]()
Talk about panic -- when you forgot to stock up on booze before Sunday in Lexington during college (or went through your Sunday stash on a crazy Saturday that got out of hand), scrambling around trying to find supply.
God, what bullshit that was.
Talk about panic -- when you forgot to stock up on booze before Sunday in Lexington during college (or went through your Sunday stash on a crazy Saturday that got out of hand), scrambling around trying to find supply.
God, what bullshit that was.
4a close time was great.The 1:00 bar closing time was quietly underrated, though. I mean, it sucked mostly but needing to get to the bars relatively early wasn't always bad. Plus, the early closing time pretty much put post-bar house parties in full motion, where your odds of getting something done rose exponentially.
The 2:30 close put a big dent in the post-bar house party, a quintessential college soiree imo.
This song where the guy sings about Once I was 7 years old is the worst shit on the airwaves today and that includes bro country and NPR
Worshipped the "early start"
It was considered uncool by many to arrive before 11-11:30. Touch that. We'd roll up at 9-10 (after pregaming all evening), get a nice spot, get all liquored up, shoot the shit.
...then it was like you blinked and the place was packed & jamming, and you already in perfect form to do your thing with a prime spot, while 100s waited in line outside, "one in, one out".
BAD DECISIONWhat does that awful chest tat say? Can't make it out on my phone.
The early 90s in Richmond gave new meaning to the "early start."
Arrived at the Family Dog for dime draft at 5:00. Bars closed at 12, but if you lived in the dorms you had to hook up before that because girls couldn't be in your room after midnight.
There was nothing like that 11:45 check em in & dash to your room for a quickie. You knew all of the asshole neighbors were leaning against your door listening like the bunch of pervs they were.
As the final minutes counted down and you still hadn't checked her out, the excitement in the hallway grew.
There were chants, songs and lots of cheering.
The poor girl had to then endure the Walk of Shame to the elevators while a bunch of idiots lined the hallway hooting and hollering.
The amphitheater in the middle of campus was about the only spot to go if you missed the deadline. Unless you had a girl who was dirty enough to do it in the library.
Moving off campus was a game changer for me, but I kind of missed the challenge. Timing was everything.
What does that awful chest tat say? Can't make it out on my phone.
Zoomed in on it and it either saysWhat does that awful chest tat say? Can't make it out on my phone.
Sounds awful. Glad I never had to deal with that.The early 90s in Richmond gave new meaning to the "early start."
Arrived at the Family Dog for dime draft at 5:00. Bars closed at 12, but if you lived in the dorms you had to hook up before that because girls couldn't be in your room after midnight.
There was nothing like that 11:45 check em in & dash to your room for a quickie. You knew all of the asshole neighbors were leaning against your door listening like the bunch of pervs they were.
As the final minutes counted down and you still hadn't checked her out, the excitement in the hallway grew.
There were chants, songs and lots of cheering.
The poor girl had to then endure the Walk of Shame to the elevators while a bunch of idiots lined the hallway hooting and hollering.
The amphitheater in the middle of campus was about the only spot to go if you missed the deadline. Unless you had a girl who was dirty enough to do it in the library.
Moving off campus was a game changer for me, but I kind of missed the challenge. Timing was everything.