But I guess I didn't REALLY think it would be exactly like it was back then. After all, we were under the impression that the dorm we would be spending this three day get away was something like married student housing. Wrongo! Here I lie in my extra long institutional dorm bed with a lumpy hard institutional mattress on the other side of the room from my lovely bride and her extra long institutional dorm bed with a lumpy hard institutional mattress. The single fluorescent light fixture in the middle of the popcorn white ceiling just adds insult to injury. No TV. No radio. Bare walls. No Pabst Blue Ribbon beer.
Good night dear! Hell, she's already asleep.
-- Post From My iPhone 3G
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Yeah, you said it. I remember doing the same thing at Brown. Time warp. The place is the same but nothing is the same. Just a bare, cold room and you're an old stranger in a strange land. Class of '72, more like 1872. Time passes all of us by.
Alls you need is the gas mask pipe. Oh that was at my house. Put on Alice Coopers 18 and relive it allover. Lol
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