The second statement definitely isn't true...
This past Thursday through Monday was spend back in Ames visiting friends. Shortly after my arrival in the early evening I went out to eat with the trio that I would be staying with for the weekend. We ate at the new(ish) Old Chicago. I had a calzone and a pint of Harp lager. Chris picked me up from there and we went to Varsity Theater and saw "Waiting". Overall it was a fairly gross and disturbing movie. It's only redeeming values were some funny parts and Ryan Reynolds. I think that with the setting and cast that the movie had the writers should have come up with something a little better. Ryan Reynold's next film, Just Friends, looks more promising.
The other main event of the weekend was the Booze & Knives party on Saturday. Eight good friends and I got together late afternoon and drove out to a pumpkin farm about 15 minutes away. We each picked out and bought a pumpkin to carve up, looked around at the other goods, and took a short hayride (on straw) around the farm. We then drove back and spent the evening carving our pumpkins, drinking wine, eating chili, watching football, listening to "Halloween music", and chatting. It was a great time. We consumed all of the about 15 bottles of wine that we had. There may have been one leftover bottle. I honestly couldn't tell you because I don't remember the last little bit of the night after everybody had left. I'm told by Todd and Tonya that at this point we spent some time out on the balcony and watching TV. Apparently I was being quite humorous, making such outlandish claims as "There is no West Virgina", which I followed up with "I'M FROM WEST VIRGINA!" I closed out the night by forcefully ejecting some of The Evil from my body. Needless to say Sunday ended up being a low-key day of recovery for me.
My jack-o'-lantern was a tribute to this excellent Jack Handey-ism:
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I’ll go over to the person’s house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I’m gone, but you know what I’ve left on the porch? A jack-o’-lantern with a knife in the side of its head with a note that says “You.” After that, I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
Current song: Be Like That -- 3 Doors Down
The other main event of the weekend was the Booze & Knives party on Saturday. Eight good friends and I got together late afternoon and drove out to a pumpkin farm about 15 minutes away. We each picked out and bought a pumpkin to carve up, looked around at the other goods, and took a short hayride (on straw) around the farm. We then drove back and spent the evening carving our pumpkins, drinking wine, eating chili, watching football, listening to "Halloween music", and chatting. It was a great time. We consumed all of the about 15 bottles of wine that we had. There may have been one leftover bottle. I honestly couldn't tell you because I don't remember the last little bit of the night after everybody had left. I'm told by Todd and Tonya that at this point we spent some time out on the balcony and watching TV. Apparently I was being quite humorous, making such outlandish claims as "There is no West Virgina", which I followed up with "I'M FROM WEST VIRGINA!" I closed out the night by forcefully ejecting some of The Evil from my body. Needless to say Sunday ended up being a low-key day of recovery for me.
My jack-o'-lantern was a tribute to this excellent Jack Handey-ism:
Sometimes when I feel like killing someone, I do a little trick to calm myself down. I’ll go over to the person’s house and ring the doorbell. When the person comes to the door, I’m gone, but you know what I’ve left on the porch? A jack-o’-lantern with a knife in the side of its head with a note that says “You.” After that, I usually feel a lot better, and no harm done.
Current song: Be Like That -- 3 Doors Down
posted by Jonathan at
1:55 PM
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The pumpkins melted in the heat then got eaten by asain lady beetles. We were concerned that the knife in your pumpkins head would fall out of the pumpkin and on someone because the pumpkin was soft, so we took it out. Then the wind last night tossed your pumpkin back to the deck and smashed its face off. :( heh Im sorry to hear about your loss. Good pumpkin though.
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T Dusold, at 2:42 AM
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