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.  

Shippensburg on NPR

Follow this link now! Or sometime soon, anyway. I don't know how long it will be there.

I was driving home last night innocently cursing traffic and listening to NPR, when what do you know, our dear old haunt (that would be Shippensburg) had a feature role in this story of two college students from Harrisburg.

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=97418932&ft=1&f=1003

I have nothing to add, but here is my post.
I'm not used to being chastised for not writing enough. If I'm remembering correctly, it hasn't happened since Dr. Costanzo's freshman English class. Or maybe it was that graduate Reading class when the prof told me I write like a scientist. I took it as a compliment.

There you go, Lisa.
ps. Oh, and I raked more leaves than you did. ;-)

HALLOWEEN '08

I'm late in posting these, esp since Miss Lisa got us started in on thanksgiving.  I'll squeeze them in quick.  This year's theme 

was Tabloids and apparently I'm not satisfied with my own condemnation to Hell, I've decided to drag Stuart along with me!

That's me as a statue of the Virgin Mary crying tears of blood and Stuart as Jesus on a piece of Toast.  

Now when we asked Vera what she and her friend Shana wanted to be for Halloween, Vera said "dead Shana and dead Vera."  It was a very proud moment for me.

Waxing Nostalgic Before Thanksgiving

I am thankful that I no longer think this is an appropriate outfit to go partying in on a Friday night--or any other. I am also thankful for all of you that stumbled up or down the Goat Path with me, before there were steps.  (Yes, it is a nightgown--and 1985, so that makes it OK.)

I am thankful that I was doing lights on 'You Know I Can't Hear You When the Water is Running' and avoided the bad wigs that Denise & Chris were subjected to, and hope that Denise is thankful that she got to connect Eric's dots.

I am thankful that I got to learn Greek from some real fraternity boys.

I am thankful that we got to work with the professional dance troupe, Dance Teller for Amadeus.

I am thankful that Scott is part of my life.
I am thankful that on a warm summer day, I got to see the Monkees perform in New Jersey with a bunch of people who really appreciated the genius behind the music.

I am thankful that I do not remember throwing up in Scott's van Vera, on the way back from my first trip to the wall.
I am thankful that I got to spend so much time in this rundown, nearly rat infested office that I and the lot of you called home.  I am also thankful for Constance for sending the photo to me.
I am so thankful for the magical night Chris & I stole trays from the Kriner Diner to sled on.  I remember night and new snow.  Snowball fights with everyone and stumbling to Doug & Rabbits for hot cocoa.  

I am thankful that Chris gave me a stack of photos to post, so I can feel a part of those trips that I missed.

Winter, What Winter?

Today I raked 8,467,684 million (approximately) leaves, stepped in 8 piles of dog poop, changed 4 towels under a leaky valve behind the toilet, played Finding Nemo with Maizie & a pile of plastic fish, made soup for dinner and still had time for the internet.  Why all this bustle?  No sunny afternoon to swing in the swings or  paddle in the pool.

Let's not think of the dropping temperatures.

Here are a few pictures from the Old Songs Festival in June that we went to with Chris, Jeff, and my sister.  At least, I think there were adults there, most of my pictures are of the baby.  It took some searching to discover that she wasn't the only one there.

Happy Day