imprompu party at the Polo/Proctor house

As I rode home from work last night, Chris Cropper called out to me from a house I passed. He wanted to come over later. I agreed.

After I got home, soon Ryan and Fab returned from the grocery store to make food. Argumentative fajitas, as it turns out.

Cropper came over, we ate food and started playing bucket death. A neighbor, Justin, was wandering by, saw us through the window, and stopped in to see what the hell was going on.

Another of Fab's friends, Travis from Meadville, had called him earlier in the day to let us know he was stopping by. So soon he dropped in. It was a rare gathering of men.

There had been talk earlier in the evening of several of us running in the morning before Fab's classes. But nearing 3AM, Ryan drunkenly asserts that he wants to go running now. I humor him, but do not realize how intensely intoxicated he is until about 9 or 10 minutes after we start when he can no longer string sentences together coherently nor speak without slurring his words. I was very glad when he made it home: he's about 225lbs and I didn't feel like carrying him home.

More adventures with our two guests coming at you tomorrow!