Alma Mater Basketball

A couple of weeks ago we went to Colonial Center to watch the PC and USC basketball game. I had imagined it being more humiliating...like playing the Harlem Globetrotters or something. However, the boys in blue looked pretty good and kept the score close enough to go back to Clinton with their heads held high. Yessiree, there's no reason to be ashamed of being a Blue Hose.

Weekend at Coley's

Last weekend, we went to visit our good friends, Coley and Kim (and their kids), at their family's weekend lake house in Stonebridge, GA. We met Coley and Kim in college, a PC, and Coley and I were fellow rock-n-rollers there and later in Nashville. Good times.

Above: George and Coley enjoy refreshments on the dock.

Above: Kim and Jennifer relax on the beach.

Above: George and Coley show young Matthew how to really rock out on Rock Band. Coley is playing drums with salad spoons (just like old times.)

Funny Paul

My old college room mate and former rocker, Paul made a hilarious YouTube video about shaving his beard. Click here to check it out. Prepare to laugh.

Below is a picture from when we were in college, after Paul shaved off most of his first beard. Actually, we both grew beards and shaved them down to ridiculous Foomanchu 'staches and Mutton chops for at least a day. Somewhere I have a photo of both of us with our horrible beards. I'll post it if I can find it.

Beverages To Go

My old college and Nashville friend, Greg, stopped in for a visit Saturday evening whilst on his way to a business conference in Charleston. His company is apparently responsible for hosting a hospitality room at the conference and he got stuck with the job of getting the beverages, so I took him to the local beverage warehouse to stock up prior to being SOL from our Sunday Blue Laws. It was very entertaining to go the the liquor and beer stores with someone who doesn't drink or know anything about how to. About $250 later, he was none-the-wiser. I guess alcohol really does kill brain cells.

20th Waffle House Anniversary

On March 21st, 1988, Jennifer and I went on our very first date...to Waffle House. Actually, our first "planned" date was supposed to be on March 25, at PC's annual Shag-Fest (in case you are from the UK, "shag" is a dance her in the Southern, US). We were taking 2 weeks of shag lessons together in preparation for the big dance/date, when afterwards one night I said, "Hey, wanna' grab something to eat?" Since we went to college in Clinton, SC, in the 1980's the only late night place to eat was Waffle House. As we sat there clogging our arteries we realized that we were actually on our first date. Almost every year since we've gone to Waffle House on March 21st to celebrate the anniversary of our real first date.

February 29th, The Craziest Day of the Year

Today is February 29th, Leap Year, "the craziest day of the year". I distinctly remember a leap year moment in college. It was February 29th, 1988 and my room mate, Paul, and I were in Dr. Edward's Educational Psychology class. I was doodling and Paul was diligently taking notes. I doodled a caricature of the professor and showed it to Paul, who was only slight amused. (As a Psych major, Paul took this class more seriously than I.) Also, where I dated the page in my notebook, I wrote somthing like "February 29th, the craziest day of the year."

A week or so later, when studying for the test, I looked through my notes and something about the doodles and the sub-title for the date helped jog my memory of the lecture (my brain just seems to work that way). Ironically, I ended up doing better on the test than Paul. A freak accident, I'm sure, but Paul was not real happy about it (probably because I wasn't a very good sport about it.)

I don't know why, but I can remember that sequence of events quite vividly. I've forgotten much more important things and too many other memories are just fuzzy to me, but for some reason this goofy memory still stands out. In the words of Barenaked Ladies "Memory is a strange thing". Or perhaps it's because of the strange power of Leap Year. After all, it was merely five leap years ago that this happened. I wish I still had that doodle to scan and post here. I'm sure it would jog Paul's memory. Then he would blog about it being another "worm hole".

After all, Leap Year's are crazy. We have presidential elections, olympics, and Psych exams. So, Happy Leap Year, the craziest day of the year!