discombobulated exegesis

"Andy, do you have anything to add to a discombobulated exegesis?"

oh, the joy that is pastor hughes.



it's been a crazy few weeks. i had a major panic attack thursday night at about 2:30 am, worrying about all the work i have to do. ryan had to remind me to keep breathing. that, howevever was better than wednesday night, which i spent in the emergency room. megan had a really bad reaction to some sleeping meds she just started, so we had to take her in to make sure she wasn't going to die, or something. i think my first clue that something was wrong was when she fell off the bunk beds while trying to get down...then didn't remember that it happened. things went downhill from there. however, considering the lack of competency of the ER here, the trip went ok. they only ignored for like 15 minutes, and i don't think they ever forgot she was there (though i chalk most of that up to the fact that rachel and i didn't leave her side, and rachel camped outside the curtain and stared at everybody as they walked by to make sure that no one forgot about her). also, we got there at 1:30 am. it was way better than last year when bekah stabbed herself in the leg and sat in the waiting room for two hours before anybody looked at it. the doctor kept winking at rachel...that was a little weird. but megan is fine now, and has strict orders to never take that medicine again.

friday night i went out to compadres with the buffalos. i had a blast. over the course of the evening i learned that i don't really mind cheap beer anymore and frozen margaritas are really good. as jeremy said, "it's like a slushie that gets you drunk". i also learned that you never know how many friends you apparently have until you walk into a bar of slightly tipsy fellow students. people i barely know and hadn't talked to in months were like, "laura! how are you??" it was rather funny. the boys were obsessed with the double size beer glasses. they were like a foot and a half tall. nakis referred to them as an Eiffel Tower of Beer. it also sparked the following exchange:

ian: "how do you order one of those?"
scarps: "i want one of those huge-ass beers"

the best moment of the evening though was when ian and nakis started singing the zeta song (why? i have no idea), and jan asked if the buffalos had a song. the entire table immediately burst into a rendition of "buffalo soldier" by bob marley, complete with steve and nakis banging out the rhythm on the table. nine white guys plus one greek singing jamaican music about african-americans in a mexican restaurant. this is why i love these boys.

and now i am going to blow off work and go to dunkin donuts with ryan. isn't senioritis fun?