Thursday, August 14, 2008

More Stuff


At the University of Illinois, the hottest chicks have always lived on the third floor of LAR. Also the ones who pull the most all-nighters and set off the most firecrackers in the stairwell.

Not that we would know.





We're respectable now. It's hard to believe.









You gotta figure there'd be a Lincoln Hall at such a place as U of I and there is. It's inspiring. The taxpayers are shelling out for that light behind Abe 24/7, by the way. Not that I'm one to make trouble.....







We are experts in electronics. This woman can turn on her own DVD player at home in under half an hour.


University officials continue to try and pass this off as what they call the Assembly Hall.
HAH! That's a good one.
You can easily see what it is. Two of our group are bravely set to enter it and speak to a few of the Martians about a possible Dairy Queen visit.




My hosts back in Chicago, John and Judy



Their lives are dedicated to work. They spend most of their time slaving on home-owning projects.





Judy mostly does needlepoint.






I had no choice but to befriend some locals at the Broken Oar, a motorcycle bar in a nearby town. My friends thought I would fit in and I did. The guy on the right, Neil somebody, called me Professor Bitch. I told him I'd get him back. He doesn't know it, but I put timed-release Viagra in his pork chop sandwich. It should be working just about now.
A precious summer day, dear reader. Let's enjoy it to the max.
A bientot. love,
becky





2 Comments:

At 6:55 PM , Blogger Kay said...

That looks such fun - what memories and how lovely to have a reunion like that. Hilarity galore!!!! I loved reading about all your escapades both past and present. I can spot the personalities of your little group - Sporty, Ginger, Posh and Scary!!!!!

 
At 8:48 PM , Blogger Becky Motew said...

I love this, Kay!!! I'm sure I'm not Posh and I don't think I'm Scary. I must be Ginger...???
Thanks,
b

 

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