$1.75 of fun
Ah ... schooner, oh schooner.
How good beer tastes coming from your deep bowl.
How heavy and awkward you are to hold.
How you have awesomely made Thursday nights the new Friday.
Schooner Night, your boobs were in the show.
Man, oh man. There’s nothing like pulling into Lawrence an hour and a half before last call, getting a sweet parking spot in front of Louise’s, hearing people call you ‘AKS’ again, getting a drunken bear hug from Marissa, nearly inciting a KUJH-TV/Kansan rumble in the streets, downing a schooner and driving back to the Junk in dense fog while your bladder stretches to the size of a schooner, only to get up at 7 to go to work.
See, this is what happens when you get old. You get nostalgic and you love to go to reunions and talk about the good ol’ days when times were simple, when I apparently didn’t have a vagina, Azita didn’t have to poke at cadavers and Bill was still a douchebag ... wait, at least one thing just doesn’t change.
I regret having to miss the crashing of the newsroom and the chance to prank Ty from five feet away. Plus, it just wasn’t the same without good ol’ Uncle Vaupel. Everything’s better with a little Vaupelocity (O’Toole and/or Donovan may insert off-color remark here).
Anywho, it was great to see everyone, and I was sorry to miss the Kuhlenator, Bob and Paige. I think the night can be perfectly summed up by this moment:
After Jousers and I engaged in a dramatic bout of punching and exchanging of ‘I HATE YOUs,’ Azita sighed and said, “I missed you guys!”
Good times,
AKS
How good beer tastes coming from your deep bowl.
How heavy and awkward you are to hold.
How you have awesomely made Thursday nights the new Friday.
Schooner Night, your boobs were in the show.
Man, oh man. There’s nothing like pulling into Lawrence an hour and a half before last call, getting a sweet parking spot in front of Louise’s, hearing people call you ‘AKS’ again, getting a drunken bear hug from Marissa, nearly inciting a KUJH-TV/Kansan rumble in the streets, downing a schooner and driving back to the Junk in dense fog while your bladder stretches to the size of a schooner, only to get up at 7 to go to work.
See, this is what happens when you get old. You get nostalgic and you love to go to reunions and talk about the good ol’ days when times were simple, when I apparently didn’t have a vagina, Azita didn’t have to poke at cadavers and Bill was still a douchebag ... wait, at least one thing just doesn’t change.
I regret having to miss the crashing of the newsroom and the chance to prank Ty from five feet away. Plus, it just wasn’t the same without good ol’ Uncle Vaupel. Everything’s better with a little Vaupelocity (O’Toole and/or Donovan may insert off-color remark here).
Anywho, it was great to see everyone, and I was sorry to miss the Kuhlenator, Bob and Paige. I think the night can be perfectly summed up by this moment:
After Jousers and I engaged in a dramatic bout of punching and exchanging of ‘I HATE YOUs,’ Azita sighed and said, “I missed you guys!”
Good times,
AKS
posted by The University Daily Kansan at 3:58 PM
3 Comments:
Best schooner night EVER.
Except the one with the Great Schooner Glass Caper. Thanks, Ashleys.
BC
We were sorry to miss you, too, AKS. We wanted to hear all about your sexy black boyfriend. LOVE PAIGE AND BOB
wooooooo AKS has jungle fever!
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