Sunday, Aug. 04, 2002 - 10:49 p.m.
I promised the Lovely Elisa I would update before the day was out, and I am a man of my word! So here I am dutifully updating.
Well, when I last left off I was discussing my Southern Adventure, and I promised a discussion of the various folks that were ar the cabin, only a handful of whom I had met before.
Here they are, in no particular order:
The Lovely Elisa - My woman, 'nuff said.
Thad and Erin - Two college friends (Chris, The Lovely Elisa, Thad and Erin, and myself are all proud alumni of Lehigh Univerity, the bestest University in the... whole frickin place or something.)
Chris - Ahh Chris. He is the whole reason I found myself in the wilds of Tenn. Cheis and I met our Freshman year at Lehigh, and we lived in the same building for all 4 years of college. We also hosted a fairly successful radio show on WLVR (100% Caffenaited Radio!). We have had some fun times. One of my favorite stories about Chris finds young Chris under the influence of booze (a very very strange occurence). It was sophmore year, a year in which Chris, Bill Butter, and Owen Ferik lived in Trembley Apartments. They were actually apartment style dorms, and we had some good times. That was the first and only time that I have fallen out of a building, but that is a different story. So I was out doing something fun and wholesome one fine weekend and I returned around 1 or 2 am to my dorm. When I opened the door I was greeted with a rather unusual sight, that of Chris sitting on a wooden chair in front of our kitchen sink with his head hanging over the sink. Now would be a good time to point out that the sink contained various dishes of both my own and some of the other roommates. Back to the main action, I woke up Owen because this was just too funny. We quickly reconstructed the chain of events that lead to our fine friend with his head in our sink. It seemed that Chris had ingested a little too much of the old booze, and he had to let some of it out using the same path which it took to get in. It seems that the need was so urgent and the bathroom was too far. But lo, the light of inspiration shone from above in the form of our stainless (soon to be not so stain free) steel kitchen sink. Soon the sink was full of.... well you know, and Chris was sitting with his head hanging into the sink. Owen and I weren't sure what to do. It was kinda cold, so Owen got Chris' blanket and put it over him. Owen and I then retired to our rooms only to hear a few minutes later a loud thud. We both rushed out to the kitchen to find a drunk Dombrowski on the kitchen floor. Owen, once again proving he is the better man, put the blanket on Chris. I woke up the next day to see no sign of Chris. It seems that Owen's putting the blanket on Chris has an added benefit of soaking up all the vomit that little Chrisy produced. No muss no fuss.
Terry - The woman what captured Chris' heart and mashed it into maritial bliss. My favorite story about Terry is a little disturbing. The day before Christmas found the Lovely Elisa and I, along with Thad and Erin, spent the day with Chris and Terry seeing the sights and sounds of New York City. A good time was had by all, until that is fate found us before an italian bakery. The Lovely Elisa and Thad and Erin ventured inside to get some yummy treats leaving me outside with Chris and Terry. We were just chilling when Terry turned me to and said, "I became a woman when I was 13." I have never been the same.
That covers all the people that were there whom I know well. The next installment will find us meeting Chris' family! Stay tuned!
