The Journey

Just because this journal has been a bit to intellectual lately and I don't want to give the wrong impression here is a pleasant anecdote (with picture guides) from a few weeks ago:

So a while back I was at Dan's house with Eric and we decided that it was imperative that we consume a gigantic amount of macaroni and cheese...

So we head out at about sunsent and pile into Dan's car screaming and convulsing in pain as a response to the frigid temperature.


The journey was to be perilous. Risk was unspoken but dangerously present.


Eric refused to pause his Gameboy even though his hands were freezing.


I felt a sickening nervousness swelling from my stomach as the car lurched to a stop in the parking lot. Might have been the hunger though.


Dan, fearing for the safety of our escape vessel, checked the locks as we prepared to enter evil's lair.


Later he used the Gameboy to hide his fear as we neared our destination...


Dan scouts ahead, ever vigilant for perils.

We head inside and desperately search for the Holy Grail, but are thwarted by the reorganization tatics of the Wegman's management.

After much unnecessary cursing we neared our prize...

We tasted victory...and it tasted like powdered dairy.


Noodles in hand, we made haste to regroup and begin preparations for phase two.


The sky was ablaze with our glory.


Dan boiled the elbows and began to add the cheese.

He turned to us saying, "Don't get your hopes up. We may have overcooked them."


Nervous but resolute, we encouraged him to press on.

The macaroni and cheese turned out to be poorly made, but more importantly in far too great a quantity. We barely tackled a third of the pot and retreated to youth group.


Then Baglio had a shovel.


And Eric showed his religious side.