Monday, December 22, 2008

Happy Birthday To You

It couldn't have happened to a nicer person.
Some of us have already been there, done that.
That doesn't mean it's any less scary when you are going up that big hill and looking at an enormous drop.

Happy 40th Birthday Michelle.
May the next year be full of dancing hamsters.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Cyber Stalking Made Easy

Face Book.
Two little words with such great power.
I know you've been avoiding it.
That stuff is just for punk kids who are addicted to the internet.
I've got better things to do with my time.

You know you want to.
Everybody's doing it.
What, are you chicken?

Sign on and see who's posting pictures of your mullet.  Remember that bra you wore to a Celebrity party?  Show your co-workers how creative your style was in 1987.

All it takes is a minute to get an account.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

When the Weather Outside is Frightful

There's nothing like a heap of Masquers piled on your bed to keep your toes toasty when the temperature drops.  In the mid 1990's, I waited for it to get nice and cold to head to Binghamton, NY were Bob, and John & Lara were in grad school.  

I'm not sure when the tradition began, or who began it. I would guess Scott, but it could have been Ross.  Then again, it also smacks of Constance.  A weekend morning at a Masquer house, empty bottles of grain alcohol and cheap beer line the stairs.  The remains of the previous nights party guests also strewn around the house, in various stages of dress and consciousness.  Suddenly, someone or more than one has taken whatever blanket you managed to end up with.  There are yells of 'Shree', poking, tickling.

And this tradition didn't end with college.  I think it got more intense with the addition of pets and children.  Whenever I'd visit Masquers, I made sure whatever I was sleeping in had a 'G' rating, never sure if there would be a toddler hurled onto me before I even had my contact lenses in.  

Which is not to say, that I was only ever a victim of this phenomena. I took a certain glee from doing unto others, and it was always the more the merrier.  Chris & I visiting Scott in Pittsburgh giggling as we climbed onto his bed.  I think it had to be done in groups.  Otherwise, this would be a completely different post.

These pictures are from two trips in the early to mid 90s.  Some of the pics are labeled with 1994, but the hair in some looks much earlier than that.