Sure enough, we arrived at Lehigh in time to grab a bite to eat before heading up to the fraternity. Finially my request to be satiated by a delicious nacho platter from Denny's can come true. After driving 100 miles, I will be rewarded by crunching those tasty beef and cheese platters against my palate... but wait... there was steve...
That's right, Steve. A vile henchmen hell bent on destroying my meal. I watched, to the left and the right, as countless patrons got served their meals of pancakes, and sausage, and burgers, and fries; but no nacho platter was presented before me. I watched these same people merrily joke and laugh over their ice cream sundays as time slide irrevocably into the past, and I was left to poke fun at my girlfriends breasts and nervously joke about the eternity it would take to finially be served.
I began to get worried that my nacho platter may be a figment of my imagination as the patrons to my left (an exceptionally loud and drunk group of middle aged men) payed their check and left; a three course meal, and I have yet to taste my savoury appetizer. That was when I heard Steve getting yelled at. Someone was taking a stand for me, demanding that my nacho platter be brought out with the utmost of haste. And Steve oblidged. His damage was already done, my stomach lining never to be the same, forced to digest itself in the wretches of hunger.
The events that unfolded that night were grand and expected. A bought of television followed by some exceptional drinking. It left me feeling energetic in the morning as i strolled down to the Goose for Tony's famed Fire Hoagie that filled me up with a taste I had long forgotten.
A trip to the mall, to recolect old times of pacing around idly wasting time on the weekends or visiting working brothers. Then across McArther for Best buy. Not much to notice in the store; long lines, same products. We made quick work of it.
As we walked out to the baren wastelands where we were forced to park, I saw a strange sight.
Meg, Best Buy's throwing out a perfectly good big screen tv!
"I doubt if it's in a snow bank by a dumpster with duct tape on it, it could be classified as a perfectly good tv," was her witty retort.
But they didn't gravity test this tv!
At that moment her eyes grew wide with excitement as our thought paths crossed. It was a tough sell, convincing the backseat of the Hyundai Elantra to accept this giant beheamoth of a tv into it's bowels. The was much strugle and shoving, but eventually it reluctantly agreed after a few broken nails and torn skin.
It was a nice dinner, again as equally long as the Denny's fiasco at Chili's that night, were we headed back to the house to gravity test our new present and participate in a Pajama Party!
I entered the upstairs of the fraternity with a vicious battle cry, "Who will help me cary a large TV up stairs so we can gravity test it!"
Enjoyment was heard all around, except from a small timid russian, known to most as Nick. "Can I fix it?" he asked.
Tell you what Nick, if it works, i'll let you keep it. I doubt I need to explain much more, but it worked, and my dream of watching it explode was thwarted, another dream, destroyed.
So i got drunk, Meg got dressed sexy, and we blacked out in our PJs.
