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Twas a legendary journey of epic proportions. The drive to Purdue from Bloomington was a rather flat, modest journey, but the weekend would be jagged and tumultuous. Jimbodales and Supratuck had never been to West Lafayette, home of the Purdue Boilermakers, which added to the mystique of the adventure. They would house in the domain of a kid they had known since they had been just small boys in the same elementary school.

Now, I (Supratuck) and this purdue student (we'll call him. . .Steve) had always been on rocky ground ever since the Brother Rice incident of the sophomore year hockey season. Lets just say that "Steve" slapped a one-timer into my net (not the opponents), in a game which would eventually end up in a tie, when a victory against Brother Rice would have been the first ever for the Huron Hockey team against them. So I was determined to have a timeless rumble with the one who ruined all dreams for the likes of Dugan, Franklin, Standbridge and D.O. double-dizz.

We arrived at a dorm called Curry, which was right by the football stadium. We inquired with several of the residents there, and they all had absolutely no idea how to get to the dormatory that "Steve" habitated. Turns out, the dorm was just down the street about a half-mile away. Supratuck and Jimbodales found that a little odd, but we headed on to McCutchin.

We met our acquaintence "Steve", and immediately we felt uncomfortable, for the hallways were completely dark. Only the light coming from open rooms lighted the corridor. "Steve" explained that the RA's turned off the lights in the hallway in order to keep kids quiet and depressed so they wouldn't have too much fun.

So we made the trek to a Fraternity party, namely Tau Kappa Epsilon, which was predicted to be the "cats meow" of the night. As we made our way downstairs, Jimbodales and I asked each other, "How come there doesn't seem to be very many females here?" At that very moment, "Steve" and his friend turned to each other and exclaimed, "Damn! Look at all the girls here!!" At that very moment, we knew that Purdue wasn't the fine university we had been told it was by "Steve". As we proceeded to get drizzed, I made my way to the dance floor, where i would notice one girl being talked to by 7 different guys. Everywhere I looked, all i could see was 6 guys 2 girls here, 4 guys 1 girl. It was quite possibly the most pathetic thing I had ever seen at a frat party.

At this point i was one flustered individual. For I came to Purdue with the assumption that the parties would be quite exceptional, considering "Steve" always bragged about them. Speaking of "Steve", where was he? I hadn't seen him in a while. And where was my compadre' Jimbodales? Suddenly a familiar face, "Steve's" roommate came dashing up to me. "Jimbodales and 'Steve' have been kicked out!" Turns out, the party was running dry of beverages sooner than expected, and apparently they harrassed the brewmeister to excess, and they were thrown out of the pow wow.

Well by now the shindig had run dry, and the party was beginning to break up, so I made my way back to the dorm with one intention on my mind: Taco Bell. After that, I had another intention, and most likely "Steve" had the same intention as well, and most likely Jimbodales had the same intention. . .Rumble time.

The rumble was everything we anticipated and more, chairs broken, matresses tossed, cups of water spilled, etc. In the end, Jimbodales and I emerged victorious despite the home-dorm advantage possessed by "Steve" and roommate.

Day 2

It was lunch time, and we wanted some buffalo wings. Turns out in Purdue, they don't really have anywhere other than Domino's Pizza that delivers buffalo wings. I said screw it and got Subway across the street. The guy working looked depressed, I was now beginning to see why. Who could bear a smile at Purdue University?

Well it was party time. You would think that considering Purdue clinched a Rose Bowl birth that day, that there would be parties here, and parties there, but turns out that not a single frat was hosting a party. So we went to these apartments rather far away.

Same old shit, just a different day. There were two minor parties in this complex. The first one was selling cups for $4 dollars. After Jimbodales and I had paid, "Steve" gave the girl his money. "Nope," said the girl. "For you its $6." "Steve" was horrified, especially since he is rather stingy in the first place. When he asked why he had to pay more, she calmly said, "Cuz I said so." She turned and grabbed her white-trash boyfriend and went into the back.

As we looked around, there were about 15 guys trying to dance with 4 girls. In disgust (and drizzedness) I did the only thing that seemed to be appropriate at the time. I grabbed a couch cushion and danced with that. Did I get weird looks? Yes. Was the cushion good at dancing? Decent. Well Jimbodales and "Steve" grabbed me and told me I was the most embarassing kid in the party, and that the keg had run dry, so we left and went to the party down the hall.

A little more buzz was at this party. The keg had just been tapped, and so had the fun. I had a feeling that it may run dry soon though, so I appointed myself kegmaster. I had pretty much lost all hope at finding a special someone to groove with this weekend, but as I continued to pour drizz to my fellow partiers as well as myself, somehow I came up with the ingenious idea to charge girls kisses everytime they wanted me to pour them a golden treat. Half hour later the keg was dry and I was officially drizzed off my gourd. You know, when you are kegmaster of a party (that isn't even yours), you become attached to it. I remember bawling that it had run dry. I felt tears coming down my face. How? How could this happen? The souls at this party deserved more.