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Retreat Into Darkness

A View from the Solarium RETRACTION: I'd like to say I go easier on Gemma now, but I don't think I do! =)

ADDENDUM for 11/14/1998: Gemma Scott commented that she didn't appreciate my comments on The Roadhouse. As a pennance of sorts, I say that the food did indeed taste very good, it really did! This is my public apology to The Roadhouse: "I'm sorry that I made fun of your restaraunt on the world wide web when I could have just talked to the managment." In my defense, I'll say that I was really just kidding, and if I wanted to make fun of restaraunts, I'd start with that place we were in in Manchester where you had to pay £0.49 for a little thing of jam... after paying £1 for the lousy piece of toast!! (ordinairly I'd put those experiences in the discontinued Travel Guide I was going to write, perhaps it will return someday!)

            On Sunday, September 21st, 1998, the Student's Council had its first official out-of-school thing. It was a retreat held at Ms. MacKenzie's house, however for her security I won't tell you where it is.

            The first big event of the day was my stepbrother's 24th birthday. To celebrate, we all went to the Roadhouse, and that is why I was late for the retreat later on that day. The Roadhouse is a neat place, and if someday you should go in there to eat, I would give you two pieces of advice:

            This is the biggest one. I ordered Chicken Somespanishthingas. They evidently had to yank all the feathers off of the chicken first. Good thing I didn't order the Steak Somespanishthingas, I wasn't in the mood to hear the cow get slaughtered. I did enjoy them though.             Especially the signs like "NO SPITTING on WALLS, FLOORS, OR TABLES. By order of the STATE BOARD OF HEALTH". Or how about this gem: "We Recommend EX-LAX for Constipation. The chocolatey laxative. For young and old.".
            Anyway, eventually I was out of there and on my way to the Retreat. We drove up Lumbar Street, right onto Hernia Boulevard, and finally we hid Cliffedge Drive. But we almost missed the turn and went onto Overbrook, or Underbrook, or Pineridge, or Redwoodridge... you get the idea here.
            (Why am I writing this?, you ask? Look, this is Official Student Council Business. You have a right to know this. You voted for these people [hopefully]. And I needed an essay. =8)
            First, we played a 'game' that the executive members learned at 'nen-triple-essay'. Basically they dump pencils on the ground and we try to guess the number or complain about how much the game sucks. I chose the latter. Of course, not too many of us knew what the patterns meant, and we were curious, frustrated even, but we soon lost interest. It's like one of those things where you're interested, yet don't give a S-Word.
            Then, we got to sit on the floor inside the house for 3 hours. Yay! Ms. MacKenzie, aren't those LA-Z-BOYs?! No Will, we have to sit on the floor, we are all equals! Bah!
            Wake me when it's June, PLEASE. My next essay will be better, I promise.

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