The hunger of being a student! Holy god, thanks for the memory, Sherman!
My first year at Washington State, I ate at the Rotunda dining hall, which people referred to as the Roto, probably because Roto reminded them of Roto-Rooter and they thought the Roto food after it was consumed, digested and released back into the world was not that different from how it looked going in. I was fine with it, though, because I liked buffets then and I'm still kinda OK with them now.
The Roto regularly served something called Danish Spaghetti. I've since been to Denmark and I speak Danish and I have no idea what made that spaghetti Danish. Not a hint of pork or herring. But I still think of it because, the first time I ever got drunk (on five whole beers!) at my dorm Gannon Hall, I ended up on the lawn in front of the adjoining Goldsworthy Hall, throwing up all those beers and the Danish Spaghetti from dinner at the base of a recently-planted tree. It was easily the most stress-free regurgitation I've ever experienced. If that tree is still there, it's got part of me in it and some Danish Spaghetti, too.
Oh, that’s a hilarious story! I was still driving back then (been sober for 30 years) so I’m sure there are a few trees with some part of me, too! Thanks, Bob! THE ROTO!
Dear Sherman, so nice to read and hear from you. :)
This wonderful piece of memory has really warmed my heart. Please keep writing. Your words are always very needed.
A big thanks from Italy.
Maria
Thank you, Maria, for the long-distance support!
The hunger of being a student! Holy god, thanks for the memory, Sherman!
My first year at Washington State, I ate at the Rotunda dining hall, which people referred to as the Roto, probably because Roto reminded them of Roto-Rooter and they thought the Roto food after it was consumed, digested and released back into the world was not that different from how it looked going in. I was fine with it, though, because I liked buffets then and I'm still kinda OK with them now.
The Roto regularly served something called Danish Spaghetti. I've since been to Denmark and I speak Danish and I have no idea what made that spaghetti Danish. Not a hint of pork or herring. But I still think of it because, the first time I ever got drunk (on five whole beers!) at my dorm Gannon Hall, I ended up on the lawn in front of the adjoining Goldsworthy Hall, throwing up all those beers and the Danish Spaghetti from dinner at the base of a recently-planted tree. It was easily the most stress-free regurgitation I've ever experienced. If that tree is still there, it's got part of me in it and some Danish Spaghetti, too.
Oh, that’s a hilarious story! I was still driving back then (been sober for 30 years) so I’m sure there are a few trees with some part of me, too! Thanks, Bob! THE ROTO!
Ha! We're foresters!
Hahahahah!
*drinking not driving!