Live and local from Rusty's Last Chance

Okay, this is the epitome of blog coolness for a K-Stater journalism nerd.

I am now posting sitting on the front porch at Rusty's Last Chance. Too bad I don't have a digital camera, card reader, etc., to give you visual proof. You must know, though, that the wireless network PIMPTRESSES. What the hell is that?

I just ran into one of my all-time favorite Collegian sports writers, little Joshy Kinder. He's now the sports editor of the Manhattan Mercury. Weird.

Once upon a time, I drove to Iowa State University in Ames with Josh and Frank. They were freshmen, I was the worldly older woman. We tooled up the road in my little Geo Prizm, but we had to stop about every 45 minutes so that Frank and Josh could chain-smoke a half a pack of cigarettes. We arrived in Ames, covered the basketball game, and proceeded to return to our respective hotel rooms.

Little did I know, but I found out the next morning...Frank and Josh spent the entire night awake, watching scrambled porn on their hotel room TV. Ah, to be a freshman boy in college (I guess).

All right, I'm told it's time to leave. Everyone is getting impatient. I guess I'll have to update later.

Here's to $2 Coors Light Pounders. Cheers.