The finer things...
Tomorrow, I’m going to Farmville. Yes this is a post about the finer things in life, and I know that Farmville, VA and the finer things in life are usually mutually exclusive, but this is going to work.
I’m going down to see a few of my best buds. They’re about to graduate from Hampden-Sydney, which is a blessing and a curse all at once. True, there will be no more tests, conservatives that push the boundaries of hyperbole and you actually get to see girls on a daily basis. But there’s nowhere quite the same as Hampden-Sydney.
Sure, everyone says that about their college or university because frat x throws down mega-hard or whatever. But Hampden-Sydney is great for those weeknights where you want to do something really stupid. I mean really stupid. And the best part is that it’s not too hard to talk another guy pushing the limits of boredom to be your wingman for something moronic, and at Hampden-Sydney, that wingman is usually no more than one or two phone calls away. Hell, he might live nextdoor.
So what better way to celebrate H-SC’s coddling of moronic activity than to do it one more time?
Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll be hitting the road with a handle of bourbon and some high quality cigars. If you get a call, I might not remember it. If you’re down there, give me a call.
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