Weekly for January 23, 1998

HOWDY-HO my fellow CG-ites!

Hope all is well at the non-CG front (posse members who are quickly losing
their respectability!). For all those in the thick of the CG, BOO-YA and
GIDDY-UP for last friday. I LOVE CG! 4-LIFE!

As I mentioned in the Pre-Weekly, I took notes....on a paper placemat. more
durable than a napkin

The 23rd was The Big Z's Birthday, so we all celebrated in appropriate
fashion... getting faced. The prongers are currently debating a new
nickname for the Z, an explanation for this will come in timely fashion in
the letter.

I also must welcome the many new readers of the weekly, we welcome you all
and if you would like to add anything to this, let me know at the bar or
via email at jag@bu.edu. If you would like to get the Weekly directly sent
to you via email, you can also let me know, I am more than happy to spread
to goodness of CG. I am quickly approaching, as all of the Prongers, and
most of the Lifers, our 3rf year anniversary of attending the CG on a
weekly basis. No need to change the goodness.

Before I begin this week's notes I need to publicly apologize to all of you
and especially Jarrod aka Deuce. As you all know I didnot take notes last
week, and that hurt. I forgot some key points and feel the need to make
you all aware.

As you remember I mentioned Deuce came in late, faced as usual(whenever he
comes in late). Since it was passed 9:00 p.m. the bouncers had taken charge
at the front to make sure Jackasses don't enter our relm, especially our
CORNER (left side of the bar, for those who are unfamilar with us, by the
way you should all stop by and say hello, afterall we are all one happy CG
family!), something I may need to address in the future. Anyhow, Deuce
walked right in, and after reaching the bar, a bouncer who didn't know us,
but we recognized him of course, came up to him and Jarrod said, "I'm good"
bouncer looked at him and then at Tre' and I and said, "Oh, OK" and walked
away. "I'M GOOD"... that kills me.

And when Wally was cleaning up walking by us, Deuce screams out, "WALLY,
HOW ARE YOU!" This man was faced, I loved it.

This week was also quite the adventure, not quite as enduring as Mohegan
Sun, but nonetheless, a good one.

The Prongers were remembering the days way back when, when we were afraid
to eat anything but the fingers, "Way back when, when we hadn't broken our
chicken cherry." We were young and foolish, now.. respect it all
especially the PIE!

During the night we also met Mike for the first time. We all knew who he
was, and if you read this this week Mike, thanks for the round. That's
right, you failed Posse members who didn't show... Mike gave us a round of
drinks, and we greatly appreciate it. It was a very nice gesture that none
of us ever expected. We just love coming to CG and relaxing and enjoying
the company.

Tre' eventually revealed his secret about the Mass Pike. Last week, after
the CG, John got on the Pike for his endless ride home, He had just passed
the Allston/Brighton tolls and was approaching the next set of booths. He
in a frantic lost his mind and started looking for his lost ticket, he
didn't have nearly enough money to pay the entire ticket. John then saw the
Route 30 exit as a savior and jumped off the Pike, everything from that
point to him pulling into his driveway in Framingham is a blur. He is
obviously alive and well, and there were no new dents on the Bronco, so all
seems to be well. As you are all aware of, "YOU PICK UP A TICKET AT THE
BOOTHS AFTER ALLSTON, NOT TURN ONE IN!!! HAHAHA Johnny, we love ya good
buddy!

Sherwin also showed up, late. Since, his loyalty is not known by all yet,
he was charged, his consistency should correct that. We did make him drink
a red death.

Loyal Members who showed: John, Jarrod, Zaira, Mike, Sherwin and myself.

Around 9:30 Zaira and a friend left CG to meet with people to celebrate her
birthday, there was a glitch because everyone should have to CG. They
wanted to dance... forget about that. She tried to convince the remaining
posse to go but the loyalty was weighing us down.

Around 11:00 The Prongers decided to find The Z, since it was her birthday
and we wanted to wish her the best. We settled up, convinced Mike and
Sherwin and the Posse was on a mission. We new the location, but the time
was off and there was a possibility the birthday girl had wandered
elswehere. We were off for Winter Street, near the Zone. We parked in the
Commons garage. and began to walk. Lat time I walked in the commons at
night was my freshman year and I was faced then too. As I was recollecting
my fond memories of the Common, BAM! snowballs. That's right, snowball
fight in the commons, around midnight.Eventually we got to the bar, found
Zaira even, and all was good. As I say again, I LOVE CG and this place we
ventured to was a rip off. NO BUD! Coors Light was 3.50! They can blow me.
Needless to say we didn't drink much after CG. And there was no respect
given, unlike the CG, where the respect is mutual.

The posse broke out around 1:15, Z was delighted and in shock that we
showed, and that is what's important. I know you had an enjoyable night
missy! But we will deal with your promiscuity later. On the way home,
another snowball fight, and since only one entrance is open to get into the
commons garage we walked miles. Mike even started a snowball fight with
some ramdon ladies walking by, "Why are you picking on girls," I remember
hearing behind me. But since they started to retalliate Jarrod came in to
back up Crazy Legs.

The Z, let's just say asked herself who's bed she was in when she woke up.
No, she knew where she was, but it definitely wasn't her house and she was
most definitely not alone. Any nickname suggestions would be nice.

Well this novel is coming to a close. See you (the one's devoted) Friday.

FYI Dennis is working the bar at Sunset on Tuesday's, 3:00 P.M. to about 1:00 AM

There may be some ammendums to follow.

End Transmission.

The Edge Out.