SCS Homecoming 2007

I haven't been to a homecoming since 1999 and I had intended never to go again. But much to my surprise I had an ok time.

I was persuaded to go becasue Kim had invited my Harding friend Booge to go with her. And then I found out James and Robyn were going too, so I had a posse together, going in alone would be suicide.

So much to my surprise I'm printing out an alumni ticket off the interweb (which they didn't even take from me).

It was weird being back on campus, every parking space belongs to someone with more money than me.

The alumni reception was on the other side of the field with some tents. They were serving fajita's which were good. They had this large white archway thingy set up in front of the sign in table. I didn't feel comfortable traveling under such a matrimonial looking thing so I went around the outside.

I had only RSVPed 3 hours previous so I knew they wouldn't have a pre-printed name tag for me so I told the lady I was "Greg Campbell." This served 3 purposes: 1) Nobody would know Trey was there. 2) As Greg I would receive a warm reception 3) When it came to light I wasn't Greg it would give me something to talk about besides the big three (job, wife, kids).

Of course, the real Greg Campbell showed up and blew my cover.

There weren't a lot of people there but I enjoyed talking to a few people I hadn't seen in a while. I also got to NOT enjoy talking to people I hadn't seen in a while.

Perhaps what made the evening so good is we left before the 1st Quarter was over. All in all we were there 45 minutes.

On the way out James and I discovered they had built a new fence around the field. There was no way to our parking place. We would have to walk in front of all the bleachers and behind the football team the entire length of the field to get out. So we just did it.

Then opportunity knocked: The cheerleading team was in our path in those two parallel lines they seem to like standing in. Should we go around? Behind? Nope, when opportunity knocks I answer. I lead the charge right between those two startled lines of cheerleaders.

"Watch out! Hot coffee here! Alumni coming through! Nice outfits girls! Like the new colors. Excuse us! On your right! Make way for Alumni!"

This of course was in full view of those people who make more money than me because good parking coincides with good seating near the cheerleaders.

Well, I've decreed I'll be back for Homecoming 2008! My 10 Year Reunion... ick! All you class of '98 peeps better show up. We'll stay for an hour then on to the after-party!

The question remains whose name tag should I snag next year?

More stollen blog ideas

(For more info on stealing see my last post and the ensuing comments.)

This idea is lifted from Logan's Run!

Cat's have 3 Names:Their formal name, their informal name and a third name that only the cat knows.

This is like having a cat named P.J. Whiskerton but calling him Whiskers. You see there the formal and informal names at work. What you as is up with the 3rd mystery name?

You know when you call a cat and it totally ignores you? That's because right at that moment its only answering to that 3rd name.

I've warmed to the idea of owning a cat.

I've also warmed to the idea of giving myself a 3rd name that only I know. Sure you can call me Ervin Franklin Laminack III or you can call me Trey. But what if I'm only answering to my secret name, P.J. Whiskerton XVII? Only that not my real secret name.

Trey Solves the World's Problems: Illegal Immigration

Today on "Trey Solves the Worlds Problems" Trey solves the problem of Illegal Immigration.

I suggest we build the TransAmerican Pedestrian Walkway. Its a giant footbridge that starts in Mexico, spans the entire United States then comes down in Canadia! See the genius of it? Then immigrants may skip over our country and become "undocumented workers" in Canadia!

There could be a big sign on the Mexico side that reads, "Looking for a better life, aye?"

Now everybody is happy. Everybody. Every-body. Which bodies are happy now? All of them!

Wait, come to think of it, this does not solves the world's problem with immigration it just solves America's problem. Oh well, take that CANADIA!

If Canadians in Canadia have a problem with it, let them build their own walkway to Iceland!

I wanna...

I wanna shave half of my head.

I wanna cut someone off at the drive thru and eat their food.

I wanna pet snake.

I wanna moment to myself.

I wanna be surrounded by people.

I wanna fix my AC.

I wanna swimming pool.

I wan-out of my college debt.

I wanna new car.

I wanna Vespa.

I wanna video game that keeps my attention longer than one week.

I wanna be an airborne ranger.

I wanna play the guitar.

I wanna be in a band.

I wanna be struck by lightning.

I wanna drive slower.

I wanna be taller.

I wanna be thinner.

I wanna smell like the sea.

I wanna eat something I killed myself.

I wanna sleep til noon on Saturday.

I wanna be remembered fondly.

I wanna get my dander down.

I wanna hover by the seat of my pants.

I wanna be quotable.

I wanna dance more often but less often do so alone.

I wanna be free.

I wanna have an opportunity to stem the tide, but then decide the tide can do what it wants who am I to stem things.

I wanna go down swinging.

I wanna maid.

I wanna personal trainer.

I wanna personal shopper.

I wanna personal encounter from a personal add.

I wanna dress all in white.

I wanna black hat.

I wanna new groove, I'm not interested in getting my old one back.

I wanna new battery for my car's fob.

I wanna superpower.

I wanna supermarket that has more types of cheese.

I wanna superconductor.

I wanna conduct a symphony.

I wanna by a phony.

I wanna pony.

I wanna more money.

I wanna funny accent.

I wanna survive a place crash.

I wanna live alone on a desert island for 2 years until everyone thinks I'm dead and the bank gives up on my student loans.

I wanna sail.

I wanna get mail that isn't what my mail currently is.

I wanna burn bridges.

I wanna go to that place people talk about when they say "don't go there."

I wanna know which way to turn.

I wanna keep up, pass and leave the Joneses in my dust.

I wanna eat roast beef.

I wanna live inside a box so large I think I'm outside.

I wanna be the go to guy.

I wanna be left alone.

I wanna want less.