It was a tough night. We stunk it up.

On our second night there, we heard of a ten year old girl being raped and murdered. There was violence there, we heard stories,

I heard cars running through water and I don't recall it raining last night . So I peaked out and I thought our canal back here had flooded. But I came out to take a look and this is what you see .

I thought we mentally succumbed to fatigue in the beginning of the game because we played last night and that's what I told the team. We were the more aggressive team in the second half and got ourselves back in the game. We just didn't have enough to pull it off.

It's an alternative to normal Friday night fun that student usually have. You can come up and play games and have a blast.

So, one night when my mom and sister were gone, Aron and I wasted several six packs and got drunk. Yep. There we were. Drunk. In my house. Nothing magical happened. There was no enlightenment. We both staggered around like idiots. Then Aron went off to the bathroom and puked for the longest time.