Reception Weekend.

As many of y'all are aware, an esteemed collection of duck-throwing-chicken-killing-onion smoking-food service heckling-kittypool utilizing-drunken banshees seized control of the Austin LC for the weekend. The chaos swirl provided much-needed jolts of fun and good memories for our genteel and rowdy @ers alike.
For me it started by making runs to the airport to pick up members of the developing Austin-Madison-Minnesta axis, Angie and Williams. Williams had previously explained that we needed to pick up a lot of his extra luggage, which had been inferred to be vast quantities of alcohol. This was the case, in the form of Trent.
Now when I was a kid, I was always respectable in football 'cause my lower-body balance was reasonably superb. Bigger people would have to try out several different maneuvers before tackling me. That skill went dormat until I exelled at getting into and racing a kittie pool into the middle of the larger swimming pool on Saturday. A win and a draw. Eric and Trent weren't so fortunate in their contest.
The hookah panzies clamored for a hookah but then we soothed them with stuffed-duck throwing and power hour and International Showcase, for which C-Team as well as the MCs(Jesse and Eric) deserve props. Surya and Kirk played admirably in an Afro-pop ensemble too, an ensemble that my Rock History TA Katherine is apparently in.
Saturday was fun even though I got off to a late start. I had learned from previous day-long hangovers that I can drink large amounts of booze but only with strict guidelines, guidelines I forgot on Friday. So I missed Juan in a Million, a Mexican restaurant that our out-of-towners had some good fun at. They liked the fact that it's owned by Rico Suave, who will schmooze and shake hands with every leaving or entering customer, much to the dismay of some of my germophobe friends. Howard Hughes wouldn't have liked it there.
Fluffy and Precious(Sprinkles) met their end at Kelley P's, Fluffy because she misbehaved and Sprinkles for the greater good.
KELLEY L, here's how it went: ok so knives were sharpened for what seemed like over an hour, so it wouldn't be bludgeoned. The cut was clean, the two didn't even cluck but were calm, and seemed to lose consciousness after two seconds. And they were happy chickens when they were alive. (Kelley, I have some Grandpa Lloyd stories that'll make you envious-I'll post later.)

High Society was great. Agnes made a valiant attempt to be the sexually-frustrated and stifled housewife/hostess, but she was too fun and not tense enough to pull it off.

At the last supper, the Dode, as referenced by Johnny, broke bread with us. The body was pandulce and the blood Keystone Lite. Some of the apostles then passed out in a drunken haze, and reception came to a close.

Longest post ever. There's my writeup Dody. I still haven't heard from Angie, Agnes, and others, and Tran's 4-liner doesn't count.

Erg, so I didn't get accepted into the Salaam program.
Jackasses.
No, there were a lot of qualified people people applying.
I still want to do a traineeship though, in Africa probably the most. Someone tip me off if you find something awesome.
On the bright side, I got plans to study in Sweden in the fall finalized. That's gonna be fun. I hear the Swedes are very polite and civilized. Ruth says the most venal of crimes there is cutting in line. I think there's good nature over there too, and I'll find a moose before leaving.

So who's coming to Austin's reception weekend? The structure is debatable, but fun is guaranteed.
Ooh, I saw the Kronos Quartet play the other day at the fancy concert hall. They're the crew who did the Requiem for a Dream soundtrack and have now gotten the sounds from NASA off of the Voyager to form their music around. They mixed it with satellite photos of other planets, atmosphere scenarios and photos with relevant astronomical calculations and such, with a light show too. Like reading National Geographic on acid. It was very good, so don't miss them if they come to your town.