Discount Oats

Well, approximately 8 days ago, some of my homeslices and I celebrated my b-day. It was a pretty fantastic event. We started by doing some hiking on the Oregon Trail. Naturally we took a lot of bets about who would die of dysentary, and who would be struck with typhoid fever. Ashlee clued us in that you should pick the people in your party based on marriage eligibility. Steve shared that the best strategy for survival is to buy nothing but ammo. He assured us that his party, consisting only of members whose names rhyme, always had enough to eat. Unfortunately, we were never able to make a conclusive decision of who would be eaten first, Donner style. After tossing around a football, observing history, making some pretty bad attempts at pronouncing French phrases involved in said history, and one of us lost (really badly) in a running race, we headed to dinner to meet up with some more peeps. After that, off for some ice cream, and then for the pièce de résistance - the oatmeal fight.

Before leaving for the evening, we filled a pool Ashlee found on craigslist with water and oatmeal. It was too watery, so on the way home, we bought 5 more containers. At the cash register, the lady looked at a group of girls and the group of oatmeal containers and said, "Aww, are you making oatmeal cookies tonight?" *Insert long awkward pause* I piped up boldly, "Actually, no, we're, um, having an oatmeal fight." *Blank stare* "Uh. Okay!" I'll just say that the fight was one of the oddest things I've ever participated in, but good times nonetheless!