In all of the memories that keep getting published, I am in awe of the fact that no one has gotten around to covering what must be the single most retold story ever.
Dorian, Allison, and I were all in my room in good old Palmetto Hall getting ready to go to Jen’s (she had ditched us to live with her cousin). Allison was sitting on the bed drinking wine straight from the bottle when Brooke showed up in my doorway with some ridiculous question about homework on a Friday night. I answered it and continued getting dressed, but she didn’t go away. In one of her few attempts to be normal, she asked us what we were up to that night. In the process of telling her, Dorian managed to convince poor simple Brooke that Allison (who was about ¾ of the way through that bottle) was our DD for the night. Finally, Allison had had enough and loudly informed Brooke that she could not watch me get dressed. Brooke’s reaction was the funniest thing I have ever seen. We eventually made it to Jen’s where Allison immediately found a Damon’s menu. Jen had a few other friends over, and they were all clearly creeped out by her obsession with chicken. Dorian told me to try to get the menu away from her, so I asked if I could see it for a minute. Allison was very happy to share her menu, and I pretended to look at it, but quickly hid it in the couch. It didn’t take Allison long to figure out what had happened, and she was not happy. I was sure that I was about to get my ass kicked, but we gave her back the menu and everything was ok again. Allison proceeded to stroke the picture of a chicken sandwich, and everyone went home happy.
Moral: Do not get between Allison and her chicken.
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Yeah Buddy. Jeremy and Julie were there and Julie had her cowgirl belt buckle on. Jen kept suggesting riding the couch cushions down the stairs or some like madness. Allison and I ended up playing some card game we made up as we went along until we realized we were missing about 1/3 of the deck.
ok, so i remember the party...but i don't remember the whole menu thing...must be the alcohol...anyways, it was riding down the stairs on a sleeping bag...and it is great fun...as a matter of fact, i rode down the stairs last week. and as for allison and her chicken...so is so mad at damon's still for taking away the buffalo chicken sandwich. sorry ally.
I'm glad you are alive maggie and that you have returned to the land of blogging. :)
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