Notre Dame, aka My Life as a Stanford Pirate

First, allow me to explain that Stanford is my hall (or dorm, to those of you uncivilized enough to not have a hall...and NOT a house, only the men of questionable orientation at Zahm have a house). Normally, we are refered to in Stanford as "The Gentlemen" "The Syndidcate" or "Those Loud Idiots Who Just Got Fined". During our "Dis-O", where the sophmores attempted to get as many freshman plastered as possible, a group of guys were loud enough they were heard yelling "We have 40's!" inside the dining hall a quarter-mile away. And our walls are made of cinderblocks. They set a record by being fined 1,200 dollars (after talking it down from almost 2,000) for possesion of oversized containers of alcohol, namedly, 40's. In case further clarification is needed, I did not partake in this madness...amazingly, I appear to be one of the few dry souls among our highschool group. C'est la Vie.

But on to the larger reason for posting...this past Friday night, the men of Stanford transformed the Cinderblock Palace of Love (as the girls of ND/SMC/HTC refer to it) into a Roving Pirate Ship Questing Booty. We hoisted high a mainmast in the center of the famous North Quad and erected a massive tent, overflowing with tasty morsels and pizza. A resident DJ spun iPods while yours truly demonstrated his talents as a moshing pirate and amature photographer. The above link should lead you to a lovely album repleat with pirates and their wenches, and the occasional landlubber sucked into the plundering melee.

I will again post this weekend to sumerize the madness that is a ND home football game. Apparently, the school will shut down at 2 Friday and decend into a football fevor, not to awaken to acadamia until sometime late on sunday.

-JB

PS: Pardon the utter lack of grammer, spelling, or good humor...I've been doing engineering work for the last 4 hours and have a ways to go yet. Ben/Shakeer, feel free to edit this for content, correctness, or your own amusement.