Chef Boyardee Lasagna: Pasta With Chunky Tomato & Meat Sauce

Good times in Dinkytown.

Last night a bunch of us went out to McDonalds for a midnight snack that also constituted a refueling of sorts. While finding a seat outside with our edibles, there was a fellow sitting at one of the tables by the name of Chris.

Chris is a 21-year-old incoming Freshman who was writing a letter to his mother, with whom he has been estranged for six years. Chris is also gay. The connection between the two facts was implicit, but understood. We invited him over to our table and engaged in a 40-minute chat. It was very carefree and open--a great conversation. I might not see him again (whatwith going to a school with 50,000+ students), but I wish him the best of fortune for his future.

Other goodies from the night:

1.
A conversation between me and some random girl progressed as follows:

(overheard conversation between she and another person): "blah blah blah blah blah-ical engineering blah--"

Me: "Hey, did someone say engineering!"

Her: "Hell, yeah! What are you!"

"Aerospace"

"Awesome! I'm electrical!"

"Sweet! What year are you?"

"A sophomore at Georgia Tech! Georgia Tech rules!"

"Oh that's nice...HEY! I'm originally from Duluth [Minnesota]. Georgia has a Duluth, too!"

"Oh, hey! Yeah!"

"Yeah! Runaway bride!"

"hhahahahaha!"

"lolz!"

"Yeah, that's awesome!"

"Yeah, small world!"

2.
We walked by an old man sitting on a chair on a sidewalk opposite from a sidewalk overflowing with bar patrons. He stared at them thoughtfully. As we walked by, he caught our attention.

"Hey, guys! Do any of you have a cigarette?"

Each of us responded with variations on "Sorry, I don't smoke."

He inquired if any of us had any change.

We gave him a combined $3.32.

"Oh, thanks guys! You know, I may be 60, but I'm never too old to smoke a little weed, you know? I think I have it all figured out, you know? The three B's is what I live by! You know what that is? Bags, booze, and broads! That's what I always say! Hey, thanks you guys!"

We all shared a jovial laugh, and continued on our way.

I love Dinkytown.

I'd imagine that it's ironic that when I woke up this morning, I continued reading my current book: Dante's Purgatorio.