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A Drunken Tale Once upon a time in a bar not so for away, as a matter of fact you’re probably reading this there, there were a bunch of drunks. Now these weren't just any old drunks, these were mostly drunk radio majors (you rarely see any of those) One day the terrible graduation monster come and took them all away. Space and time sent each of them in their own direction, these are their stories ...
It’s been way to long since we've all gotten together to reminisce (read: piece together fragmented memories).
I guess that's what happens when you become responsible working adults (just who
this refers to, I surely don't know - and don't call me Shirley - sorry 1 to
many bad movies). Now for the part I enjoy most,
making all of you feet old. It's been almost 3 years since we walked down that
aisle in a building that belonged to another college, and oh how much has
changed (and how much more has not). I think the scariest part of all of
this is I’ve actually seen signs of maturity in some of our drinking buddies,
not that I would mention the traitors by name – OK I’m lying, I’ll include
that in a list that follows. As far as the institution that brought us together, the Buckingham Pub of course, it has been gone since one of our prestigious members was “kindly” asked to leave. The newsworthy topic surrounding the Pub is it's recent inclusion into the Columbia campus; guess they found out about us. Therefore I hereby move that we have a plaque placed there in our honor, I'm sure the radio department would gladly foot the bill. I guess, as they say, on with the show I think they still say that anyway... |