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| It has been sometime since the Ghosh has made an entry in this wonderful chronicle of four weird kids that met at the Hop, so he has decided to drop a few words of widom. 1) The Ghosh misses his friends dearly. Although people at work are smart, cool and fun, he hasnt had the same type of crazy fun he shared with his fellow 317ers. 2) The Ghosh would like to organize something for New Year's weekend as he did last year, to reunite his fellow bretheren and get crunk. 3) The Ghosh echoes Ondrej in that Tony continues to fuck up his opportunities to get some ass in spite of it brought to him on a silver platter. Tsk Tsk Antonio... 4) The Ghosh is horny right now as he sits in his office, typing away on the Xanga site, and longingly looking out his window at the magnificent view of the boston skyline. Ahhh. 5) The Ghosh must cut this entry short as he must run to his cah pahked in the garage to make his dentist appointment. 6) Finally, when introducing his friends to his fellow co-workers using the quaint graduation picture they have on facebook, the Ghosh always talks about how Waqas and Tony are an item. This statement gets a lot of awwws and "They are so cute!!!" El fin. | | |
| This past weekend 3 of the 4 chouds came to Young Alumni Weekend. It was a weekend of heavy drinking for the first time since college for the chouds. Waqas was hight "on life" pretty much the entire weekend. Ghosh did not come. He was missed. Next time, he wont be missed. Its up to you Ghosh
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| UnemploymentOndrej is still unemployed.
He is the only one of 317w still without a job
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| What a loserAnthony, in typical Ngo style can't get ass if it landed on him.
Also, someone has a lot of time on his hands to post so much. Ondrej really dislikes people with steady jobs. He on the other hand, is taking the domestic route. He just finished making salad, and is waiting for his sugga momma to come home from a job interview.
He has had no real luck in the job hunt. All the jobs at Hopkins would require him to sit at a desk and pipette all day; not the route he wants to take. It would however be extremely convenient to work at the med school, with the shuttle and all. He will try to find a job at Lockheed Martin now, they sponsored his senior design project. As for drinking wise, the last time he drank was at Sammy weekend really. He has no recollection of much of the night, but did find a cute video of himself and Waqas bustin out to Heaven by DJ Sammy.
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| So here's what happened this past Labor Day weekend:
Anthony flew down to LA Friday night to visit his uncle, aunt, and three cousins (18, 19, and 22 years old). Upon landing, his cousin Eric and his friends immediately took him to a bar. This bar was full of white trash and is about 2 scales beneath CVP. However, Anthony had not had anything to drink since 4th of July weekend in Boston so he was excited. Since it had been so long, it did not take long before the alcohol kicked in. It turned out to be a long night of drinking at that bar, at another restaurant, and at some girl's house, followed by a late-night taco run. He vaguely recalls trying to call Pradeep and/or Waqas at 1 in the morning Cali time.
The first half of Saturday was used to sleep in and recover from the night before. Saturday afternoon was a nice 8 on 8 flag football game. Since no one could really throw, Anthony had to play QB and led his team to a sound victory over the other team, which had some former high school football players, 7 TD's to 1. The victory proved Texas produces better football players than Cali and exemplified Texas's national championship over USC last year. Then they went to see The Illusionist that night which is a somewhat slow, but decent film that is worth watching.
Since Anthony's relatives are quite religious, he went to church with them on Sunday morning. It was the first time he had gone to church in who knows how long. He hadn't remembered feeling so awkward in a long time. Anyways, moving on to Sunday night, Anthony decided to go clubbing in downtown LA with a bunch of his cousin's friends. They started off the night by taking Anthony's suggestions and downing some Boone's Farm mixed with vodka. It was a nice throwback to second semester of senior year. Unfortunately, since they were running late, they downed an entire bottle in a matter of minutes. Meeting up with other people at the club, he was shocked to run into Andy Lee, not his old roommate, but the other one. Turns out Andy and Eric have mutual friends. What a small world. Later that night, they would run into another girl from Hopkins. What a freakin coincidence...three Hopkins people at the same club on the other coast. Anyways, there was too much drinking too quickly. Anthony downed a jello shooter, an Adios Motherfucka (like a Long Island except replaces the Coke with Hypnotiq), and a double-shot of Hennessey all too quickly. The alcohol hit really quickly and Anthony was quite drunk. Then the dancing began. Anthony and this one fairly cute, from what he can remember, Viet girl danced for quite a while. She was feeling him up pretty nicely too while they were dancing so he thought it was gonna be a good night. Unfortunately, Anthony only remembers about 10% of the rest of the night. He doesn't remember what happened in between stopping dancing and then suddenly being on the other side of the club puking his brains out in the trash can while Andy is force feeding him water. The next thing he remembers is being passed out on a table outside the club. Then he remembers getting woken up to go home...then throwing up some more in the car ride home...and finally passing out again, on his cousin's front lawn before making it into the house. He woke up still drunk the next morning and was buzzing until the afternoon. It's refreshing to have a weekend like this every once and a while.
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