I've failed to conquer GW

I just returned (36 hours ago) from a weekend in the mountains visiting a couple of old friends. I had three goals for the weekend, which can be viewed in my previous post. I failed to complete my goals. I only ate at one Taco Bell, in Boiling Springs, NC. It was a terrible Taco Bell and My grilled stuffed was lukewarm and soggy. I did convince someone that I am Irish, actually I imagine a few people in the room picked up on that. I thought this would be the most difficult of the three goals, but it was the only one I completed. I did not get anybody's phone number. All of the girls I wanted to ask either knew I was married or were with their boyfriends. The Weekend was not a total disappointment, though. I wrote a 1 page train of thought story of which I was immensely proud and captured a few awesome photos around the Gardner Webb campus. I took advantage of my friend's discount at Outback and ate a 9 oz. Fillet Mingnon and a lobster tail for $15.

One of the most poignant experience of this weekend took place in Outback. A witress there who is friends with my buddy came and sat in our booth to talk to us. We were carrying on a normal conversation until I mentioned that I was married. Her attitude changes completely and she was gone within thirty seconds. What's up with that? Was she just there to try to hook up with me? Is it offensive to mention that you are married? She irked me like you wouldn't believe.

I met a few interesting people, but only interesting enough for me to say that.

There exists a coffee shop, The Broad River Coffee Co., which would make being a student at GW worth the $6 million a semester tuition. They buy the beans directly from farms all overthe world and roast them in the store. This is excellent, because coffe is best within a week of being roasted and thirty minutes of being ground. If you are ever in the Shelbly, Gaffney area and have any self respect at all, you will drink this coffee. Also, anybody planning on coming to Wilmington in the next few days *couJacobgh* would find it in their best interest to bring with them a half pound of Sumatran Mandheling.

When I was a child, I thought catching a frisbee was an impossible task. I think this may have been because my older sister, with whom I usually played, could not throw a bullet out of a gun straight. I, very satisfyingly, threw a frisbee with my old chum this weekend and was caused to wonder, Why isn't everybody throwing a frisbee all of the time? It is fun in it's utter simplicity. And companies give out free frisbees all of the time. It's friggin' free!

I saw a headstone for a person nemed Minnesota Trout. I wonder if they killed themself because of the name.

Now, I am done. And you wish I would continue, but I will not. Is it wirth it to own a river?