Tuesday, September 14, 2004
Just Like Old Times
We just had my college buddy Jeff and his family over for dinner. Distance and busy lives have kept us apart more than we like, but we picked up right where we left off last time. That is to say we had lots of laughs, many about various nefarious activities during college.
Jeff and I were roommates for three years at NC State, where we both studied mechanical engineering. We spent almost every minute together dring those years - in class, studying, downing a few pitchers at Mitch's Tavern, or perpetrating a practical joke on some unsuspecting student or professor.
I overcooked the London broil, and Jeff brought some terrible wine from a recent trip to China, but none of that mattered. It was just like old times.
Jeff and I were roommates for three years at NC State, where we both studied mechanical engineering. We spent almost every minute together dring those years - in class, studying, downing a few pitchers at Mitch's Tavern, or perpetrating a practical joke on some unsuspecting student or professor.
I overcooked the London broil, and Jeff brought some terrible wine from a recent trip to China, but none of that mattered. It was just like old times.
