The Most Hap, Happiest Time of the Year

Tonight is 613 Eve.  My hands are shaking.  I can't wait to see what Sickle Santa is going to leave for me under the Miller High Life bottle I've set up and decorated beneath the passenger seat in my car... I hope it's spare change, but I'll understand if it's mold.  

I don't begin work until Friday, and so I should be using these next three days off to get my finances in order, my laundry washed, and all other personal affairs sorted out... but tomorrow's a holiday so all that can wait.  Here is how I plan to celebrate: In the early afternoon, I will rush over to a nearby Blockbuster in Sherman Oaks and rent a copy of "The Banger Sisters."  Upon my return, I will drink to College Power Hour and then pop in a little Susan and Goldie (it's important that I'm drunk before I see that movie.  I got a feeling, just like Scooby Doo, it's funnier with beer).  I will then consume my traditional 613 Tuesday night meal, Terriyaki Chicken with Kraft Mac and Cheese, as I hunker down for 2 straight hours of "House" on Fox.  What does everybody else have planned?  

News and Notes:

Congratulations Dre.  The job sounds sweet.

I'm down for the "Who's got Santa?" game, although I'm not sure how I'll be able to get him out to the West Coast.  Maybe I'll pay to have him shipped or something... Speaking of non-breathing 613 residents, Shark and Petri are doing well at my parents' home in Philadelphia.  I plan on getting a new mascot/pet for our place in LA, but I'm still unsure as to what I might pick up.  Let me know if you have any cool ideas.

Did Sam really spell Bry's name as "Bri" in the poll concerning summer visits?  Was that a joke?  A mistake?  Or something Sam didn't even realize was wrong but then tries to pawn off as a joke (like his relationship with Lerman... or like me with the last picture in the "hook-ups" minute of CPH)?  We all make mistakes... and in college, most of yours are photographed by friends who help you to never forget.  

Mark is the luckiest bastard in 613.  By the time we left Vegas on Spring Break he had accumulated a nice sum of prize winnings (certainly more than the rest of us, and definitely more than Limmer - who had gladly traded away to the Devil, any good luck he might experience at the casinos, in exchange for a 'Cuse victory romp through the Big East Tournament and no cover at Spearmint Rhinos).  Apparently this past weekend, while vacationing in Atlantic City with Pelkey (who similar to the afformentioned Scooby Doo, is very funny to watch when she's had beer), Mark decided to play some roulette.  He did not realize that there was a $15 minimum on inside bets and so when the dealer noticed this, Mark was forced to throw down some more chips.  He put $4 on 29, and guess what number
hit.  The next time we're in Vegas I'm going to follow Mark and do what he does... until we get to the strip clubs, and then I'm going to follow Limmer and learn how he successfully remains undetected by the bouncers and doormen (it must be the "stealth" jacket).

Everyone - keep taking tons of photos.  I was thinking about putting together a "10 Years Out of College Power Hour."  Same themes for minutes, but entirely new photos from our post-graduate lives.