Marquette University - Hilltop Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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 So what are we gonna do tonight? I dunno. Something cheap. Cheap, huh. Let's see . . . there's cheap liquor, cheap women, cheap thrills . . . nah, we went through all that last Friday. “Yeah, that was some party. Anything going on tonight? Nothing I've heard of. Maybe we could get a bunch of people to pitch in for a quarter barrel, have our own party. What do ya think? No way. man. You know what happened last time. Popcorn was ground into the rug so even the cockroaches couldn't eat it. And don't forget about the jerk who threw up into our refrigerator.” “You're right. That was awful. I went to make a sandwich and found my food already digesting. Oh. well, wanna go to the Rec Center?” It's too cold. Besides. I don't feel like running. Too bad there's not a Friday Night Live show. Looks like there's only one thing left to do. Not studying, that's for sure. Do we go to the Gym first, or the 'Lanche? Would you look at this crowd? I thought only hardcore alkies hit SCORE l HI -SCORE SCORE 2 5240 9890 PLOY SPACE INVADERS the 'Lanche before ten. Yeah, but no one's into studying yet. Hey, check out the chick by the Space Invaders game. Boom, boom. boom, boom! Dream on, pal. that's her boyfriend playing foosball. You want a Miller or an Old Style?” You buying? I'll take a Heineken.” Ha. You'll take what 1 get you. Go put a quarter up on the pool table, would ya? Yes, slrl 28

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“Our quarter up yet? One more to go. These guys have had the table for the last four games, but I think we can take them. I'm not so sure. That guy in the bibs was in here last Saturday— he's great. Yeah, but see his partner? The guy leaning on the pool cue? It's his birthday and he's got 17 shots in him. I don’t know how he's standing, lot alone shooting. He can't last much longer. We'll see. Geeze, this wind is freezing! Yeah, well, we wouldn't be out here in the cold if you knew anything about pool. What, you think I sank the eight ball on purpose? Come on, we'll live. Let’s check out the Gym. How can I face anyone after losing a pool table to a couple of freshman girls? Besides, the crowd s backed up to the door. And I'm hungry. We could go for a summer 30 special at Famous Joe's. In the middle of January? No way. man. I want something that'll really warm me up. A Marquette special, extra hot, lotsa suicide sauce should do the Job. It'll do something, that's for sure. But it's your stomach. OK, Real Chili it is. Hey, did you leave the lights on in the apartment? No. and I didn't leave my Cars album blasting either. I thought Murph was in Chicago for the weekend, but he must be home. I hope so. Front door's unlocked. Oh, no, I smell popcorn . . . hey, Murph! What's the story? Come on in. you guys! We thought we'd have a little after-the-bars bash. You know, par—ty! Par—ty! There's a quarter barrel in the tub. Help yourselves. Um. thanks Murph. I'll grab some brews right after I lock the refrigerator.” —by M. Jo Weber