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Beth and Liss at the tent on Friday night
This was our $50 dinner. Wine not included ($18 a bottle).
Colio and Crusty, soul dining mates.
Oh man, we are so going to Rocco's tomorrow night!
E and Colio in the JACC after the ripoff dinner
Ladies of Navarre circa 2007. Jesus circa Hesburgh Library.
E Diddy, Chuck ('s in the band) Dave and Beether
Crust, Beeth & E
Crust and Liss
Feet of Flames scoping out the floor.
Crust with jazz hands, Beth breakin' it down and Erin trying to get away from Feet of Flames
Between a ROCK and a hard place
Cha Chadda Cha
How little has changed, especially the cheeziness of ND marketing/paraphernalia. Beeth demonstrates with this OTT hockey shirt.
South Dining Hall now has organic coffee. WTF?
E, Crust and Colio with the post dining hall lunch glow (which will shortly be replaced with intestinal woes).
In front of the Golden Dome, our boobs in perfect alignment.
Where it all began: Marion Burke Knott Hall.
Lissa and me in front of our first room -- Bitch Master Central (BMC) -- and the site of many a strange and hilarious high jinks.
Checking out our senior year house at 203 Navarre St. Gregg Anderson has not put a dime into the place since we left.
Crust, Erin and Beether in front of our senior year house.
How did we ever live in such a dump?!
Some of the contents from our 10-year time capsule: multiple Hanses Solo, Patrick Ewing, Crust's kazoo, Chewie, and a wooden turtle.
Dinner at Rocco's. The manicotti, pizza and bread served as a helpful blockade preventing our cells from absorbing gallons of beer consumed throughout the night.
The betrothed.
Al and Crust.
Col and Al
Jenn, Alex, Max, Erin, Beeth and Crust
The Saturday night beer tent was much more fun.
Dan chuckles as Al stuns all of us with talk of haciendas south of the border. Caliente!
Club, where it so often went downhill.
Partaking in the Hogan concoction after witnessing a very disturbing display of domestic violence. Ahh, here's to South Bend!
Brownie and E pretending not to be hopelessly drunk and exhausted. Erin seems to be more convincing.
Beeth, Max and Crust kickin' it like the days of old. That chick Joni's bored as hell husband in the background.
It's 3 a.m. in Club 23 and Beeth and Max are taking on the tough issues.
