It's the start of my Fourth of July weekend, so no blog postings until next Wednesday. I know, I know. It's going to be hard. Have an awesome weekend. Go an barbeque something, and set off fireworks in your backyard. Sit by a pool and enjoy the awesome weather. And just remember one important thing. My birthday is next Thursday, July 6.

Here are some more pics from the brunch. We all acted like normal people, and things started to deteriorate.
And people formed gangs. Not really. These guys just look tough.
And the Alumni Association made this awesome photo board. And then I added pictures of us getting drunk at various parties throughout college. I am so classy.
Ah. The Besselslut.
Amber Banana and John Daughtry have now been married for almost five years. No snarky comment here, I just can't believe how much time has passed.
Miss Kate Isley and her Boyfriend Michael. We were excited to meet him, though we wish that he had brought us some delicious cuts of meat from Whole Foods. Oh well. He seemed like a nice guy so we'll forgive him.
Grrrr. What a bunch of babes.

Thanks again for sending these, Katie!

Special Dads with Babies edition.
Tons of thanks to Ms. Katie Flaherty for sending me pics of the weekend. I put out a request and you heeded the call. A gold star for you, Kates. And, as a special gift to you and your real sick attraction to dads with babies, I have given you your own entry devoted to your bizarre need to jump these men and hump them in the plain view of their wives and children. The sick thing is that we all feel this way. Katie is the only woman who is man enough to admit it.

So props to you all for procreating. And within the confines of marriage no less! And let's hope that your kids never have a chance to sit down with Aunt Laura. Could you imagine how I'd warp those children? Hmmmmm. Maybe I've come up with an AWESOME idea for the University Theatre reunion in 2010.

THE LOVE THAT DARE NOT SPEAK ITS NAME


So, I guess the time has come for the truth to really come out. There is a certain Vice Chancellor for Student Affairs at NC State. And this certain Vice Chancellor for Student Affairs at NC State is known for being pretty involved with the goings on at University Theatre. And almost every single girl who has passed through the doors of Thompson Theatre has developed a minor crush on him. Maybe it's his clean cut looks or his southern charm, but all of the females have a tendency to get a little excited when he's around. It's something that cannot be explained. Just accept it. We do.

This collective crush is so bizarre, that many of us had no idea it existed amongst others. Then, several years ago we had a girls night where after many margaritas and hours of gossiping someone dared mentioned their crush on the Vice Chancellor for Student Affairs. One by one, like dominoes, we too confessed our feelings. He was henceforth known as THE LOVE THAT DARE NOT SPEAK ITS NAME.

Well, imagine our surprise and delight when THE LOVE THAT DARE NOT SPEAK ITS NAME turns out to be our speaker at the post-breakfast event. We all put aside our crushes to listen to him talk about historic Thompson and the University's plans for it. It really does sound like it's going to be quite amazing, and I, for one, was shocked to hear that there would be men's AND women's dressing rooms. I never thought I'd see the day!

They are still short of their $15 million dollar goal, but it looks like the fundraising has gone well so far. Too bad I am not yet successful enough to afford to donate anything. I would use my riches to purchase the Laura Bassett Memorial Toilet http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6676/3239/1600/toilet.jpg. I would want it to be the handicapped stall in the ladies' loo. You think I'm joking, right? I wanted to do this even when I was in college. I'm really sick.

Anywho, after our talk, we were invited to explore the old theatre. It was great to be back and walk around. The classroom looked weird as the makeshift costume shop, and we all had forgotten just how old the building was. David Wilk pointed out the AWESOME patch job for the electrical wiring, and before we could really worry about burning to death in the theatre, we rediscovered the John Wilkes Booth. Ah, the memories of sneaking upstairs to watch shows for free. Those totally awesome brown faux-leather couches were still there, and immediately upon sitting you wanted to take a nap. Although Leah "Baby" Charbonneau was more impressed with the napping capabilities of the huge table in the board room. Then we started talking about the time that Ben Tedder stepped through the ceiling of the John Wilkes Booth. And then we started talking about all the places where we were aware that people had sex in that theatre. Then we were grossed out.

So, what did you all do in the downtime between breakfast and the movie viewing? I can only speak for the events that occurred between myself, Leah, Frank Sarnie, and David. Let me tell you, it was ca-razy. Leave a comment or send me an email with your morning activities and we'll post it on up here.

Babies. Babies, babies, babies. Babies.

That's the main memory from Saturday Morning. Be sure to look out for the four horsemen of the apocolypse. And carry an umbrella in case the skies start raining blood. The University Theatre Alumni have started to procreate. And damn if the babies aren't adorable. Seriously, these babes are ridiculous. So damn cute.

Saturday morning started off with a collective hangover as well a group sigh of relief that the Friday evening event went so well. As we are all amazing actors, we all tried to appear as bright-eyed as possible, especially in front of the aforementioned babies. We didn't want to provide young kids with bad impressions of adults. Although we could tell those babies stories about their parents that would make their hair curl. You all know what I'm talking about. Something about one of the dads present wearing only a censor dot and a dance belt to a pimps and hoes party. And there is so much more that I could discuss, but I'll keep my mouth shut.

In the interest of keeping this entry PG-rated, let me just that we were joined by Baby Dunston, Baby Schladweiller, and Baby Frink. In addition, we had pics of babies Messenheimer and Aldrich. I never saw a photo of little August Aldrich, but I really like his name, and I think that his dad is a cool guy. Therefore, I predict that he'll grow up into a tall Nordic-type fellow who will sing like an angel and have great comic timing. I predict good things for this kid.

The Messenheimer pics were also lovely, although I am wondering if they will have their mother's ability to stage manage a show whilst wearing crotchless panties on their heads. If you don't get that reference, I have two words for you: THE DRUNKARD. (Also known as THE BEST SHOW EVER). If you ever want to hear how the entire cast ended up with a pair of crotchless panties as their opening night gift, give me a call. It's a fun story.

Once again, I am veering off topic, so let's just say that the breakfast was good, and made much better with the introduction of nametags. It got a little dicey on Friday when we couldn't remember people's names anymore. Thankfully, it wasn't a problem this morning, and it gave us the excuse to stare at people's chests while making believe that you were just looking at their nametag. Or was I the only one who did this? Did I just share too much?

Friday night, June 23, 2006

Let's start trying to figure things out, shall we? The University Theatre Alumni Reunion Weekend started on a thunderstorm-filled night in the City of Oaks. We were asked to meet for a "casual drop-in" at the Flying Saucer at 8:00pm. However, I didn't arrive until 9:15, so I choose to believe that nothing at all interesting happened between 8:00 and 9:14. If I'm wrong, let me know, and we can ammend things as necessary. However, I think that I am probably right.

The evening was way better attended than anyone could anticipate, possibly because so many of you d-bags refused to RSVP. But, that's another post for another time. Those of you who did RSVP, kudos to you. And, as a special present, Katie Flaherty will be sending you an emailed picture of her boobs. Seriously. She promised to do it. Just keep checking those inboxes.

Several years had passed since we've all been together, so one might expect some trepidation and nerves on everyone's behalf. I had forgotten, however, that we all were totally insane and we all managed to pick up exactly where we left off. A few years of aging is nowhere near as embarassing as some of the things that we did while in college. (Not limited to but including certain events at the first Den of Sin Makeout Party- yikes!).

We were all greeted by a (glowing!) Terri Janney who was so happy to have all of her kids home and together again. Many shared her joy by getting completely bombed off of Blue Moons, the Flying Saucer Fire Sale beer for that evening. Seriously, those bastards will knock you on your ass. And they were only $2.50. I had two and a half and I ended up telling the "pass the cheese" story to strangers and being dragged out of the bar by my brother. Yes, after the introduction of $250 beers, I could tell then that it would be a good night.

Our generation was joined by several old people that I neither knew, nor to whom I introduced myself. Because I was too busy gathering up all of the gossip that I had been missing. Asshole move, yes, but there are things that we've all been dying to talk about. However, It should be mentioned that there was someone there from the class of 1968. No one knew him, but we were pleased that he joined the group and supported the alumni. Rumor has it that the lady in the red dress who kept sleeping in the corner was his wife. She either (a) had too many Blue Moons and passed out or (b) really hated the "pass the cheese" story and zoned out. It was probably option (a).

Looking back, I think that the overwhelming theme of the night was: we need more food. Everyone was so hungry, and that may have been the reason that we were all half in the bag by 11:00pm. Note to the Alumni Association: We love free food. Provide lots of it at the next reunion. We'll eat anything.

I am going to leave people off this list, but we were joined that night by: Tim Aldrich, Amber and John, Gerald McGerald, Byron Jennings, Wil Kiser, Kate Isley, Tracey Phillips, Collette Rutherford, Pepper Jobe, David Wilk, Matt Woods, Ronnie Cruz, Linh and Mette, Amy Cox, Frank Sarnie, Terri Janney, Jeff Besselman, Adrian and Jamie Dunston, and a whole bunch of people I probably forgot and then people we didn't know. Let me know who I've missed, and if you want to include a fun fact about them, that would be swell.

As stated, I was in a beer haze, so some of the more minute details are a little fuzzy. What have I missed? How long did the party last? I left around 12:15, so simple logic would assume that the party broke up around 12:16. But, I could be wrong. It's happened before.

What do you all have to say about Friday night? Who has some good pictures? Email them to me and I'll post them. Google image search gives me pictures of pint glasses, but that doesn't capture the magic of the night. If you want to add anything, just post it in the comments section, or email me something and I'll add it to the main page.

More to come tomorrow!

Well... the University Theatre Alumni weekend has come and gone. I think that we all managed to hold it together for most of the weekend... things only really started to fall apart once we all had been together for 28 hours straight. So, kudos to you, my friends! I am trying to work on some sort of timeline for the weekend so that we can figure out the stories, although everything seems a little hazy through the fog of Corona Lights. Let's hope that we can figure things out, kids!

Welcome to the inaugural post of the Free Joe Boles Blog. This shall be a forum to share memories and pictures from the weekend. Please feel free to email me any pics or stories, and I'll post them on up here for everyone to see.

Stay tuned for more info!