So I took a week off from asking the question last Saturday. I was busy having an amazing weekend with some pretty amazing friends. If you're curious about that, you can find out more here. But now, without further gilding the lily, here's this week's question... What was your best experience with drugs or alcohol? … Continue reading Question of the Week #37
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Peckapalooza’s Rules to Live By
When I was in college, I began compiling a list of rules that I felt were important. I never wrote them down, so I guess they were unwritten rules. But now, I feel it's time to pass on these rules to you, my loyal listeners. I mean readers. 1. Don't talk about Fight Club. Just … Continue reading Peckapalooza’s Rules to Live By
Omelet Shoppe Confessions: Fight Club
My memory of this particular Omelet Shoppe trip is sketchy. Not because I received any sort of brain damage. And not because there was any wrong doing on my part. But because the night has since reached legendary status. It started out like any other late night OS visit. A somewhat large group of us … Continue reading Omelet Shoppe Confessions: Fight Club
Omelet Shoppe Confessions: The Creepy Night Guard
Step back in time with me to another trip to the Omelet Shoppe. Through a haze of time travel and cigarette smoke, you'll see the Creepy Night Guard. As an establishment that stays open 24/7, the Omelet Shoppe saw its share of hooligans and ruffians (some of whom you'll hear about in a later confession). … Continue reading Omelet Shoppe Confessions: The Creepy Night Guard
Omelet Shoppe Confessions: The Proposal
One fateful post-Spring Formal evening, a large group of us decided to make a run to the Omelet Shoppe, as we often did after gala events. Because after a formal dance, nothing says "classy" like a greasy, smoke-filled diner. That night, there were enough of us to have to spread out and sit at several … Continue reading Omelet Shoppe Confessions: The Proposal
Omelet Shoppe Confessions
The Omelet Shoppe. It's a magical place where the craziest things can happen after 2am. During the college years, the Omelet Shoppe was the place to go if you were hungry in the middle of the night. Mostly because, in our tiny college town at the turn of the millennium, the sidewalks rolled up at … Continue reading Omelet Shoppe Confessions
The Confusing Middle 