Nakos, chez, and peepsy

This weekend I was up in Bellingham contributing to the debauchery of a graduation celebration.

We went to a steak and burger place for dinner where four of us ordered a "Hurricane Blake". Of the six ingredients that make up the Hurricane Blake, only one- orange juice- did not contain alcohol. Of the four of us, I was the "light weight"- but I can champion the fact that I put that drink away the fastest. I guess you could say I was suffering from inebriation desperation. Scratch that- I wasn't suffering at all...

For breakfast I devoured a dish of culinary perfection and beauty- the Chicken Fajita Omelette at IHOP. Here it was determined that if you could capture the taste of American white trash, it would be the combo of eggs and kecthup.

The next day I got a quick tour of Western Washington University.

THE TOUR

Meet the tour guide and his sleek, sexy travel machine...


"Hi, I'm Jessie, your tour guide. Our first exhibit is this very rare breed of Ford Probe. It is fully equipped with a Turbo engine and has just received a jet black paint job... yeah, I know how to treat my baby."

To your left is the famous, "Man Humping a Bear" statue- a cornerstone of WWU's historic campus. Notice that they are both howling at the sky.

Follow me, we are getting closer to the architectual beauty of the campus...

Above you will see the original building of university- this is the true meaning of "old school".

You can always find a shady spot to rest, or hide from professors of the classes you skipped.

What I learned this weekend: there is no end to the number of pirate joke possibilities in this world ("ARG!"), Bellingham is home to a breed of wild cougars that resemble house cats, anything can be used as a bathing suit if you are drunk enough, and drinking strategies are the same stratefies used in long distance running- if you start out the event with a bang, you will end the event with a much larger bang, and you will crash and burn much sooner than intended.