I know this blog is about nightlife, but please allow me to diverge temporarily.

Saturday was one of those summer days that your parents pine about. You know, when you're outside and your parents say - "This reminds me of what summer used to be when I was a kid." Ok...well, maybe that's just my parents.

Anyways, it was summertime perfection. A bunch of us Collegianites decided it was a day made for BBQ. So we gathered at a friend's house, broke out the grill, the Miller Lite and the Allman Brothers/Jimi Hendrix.

We played horseshoes in the backyard for the better part of the day - although we never actually made it through a complete game (a score of 11?) and some of us, myself included, couldn't grasp the fine art of throwing a horseshoe across and not straight up. You'll be glad to know there was only one casualty, and he gets out of the hospital tomorrow (just kidding...no seriously.)

It was one of those times when you're kind of excited about growing up. It was a simple barbeque, nothing flashy, nothing stressed. It was everything a summer Saturday should be. If you've ever heard the chef Wolfgang Puck say - "Live, Love and Eat" it was pretty much that in a nutshell.

But just so I don't lose my street cred - I got wasted on Friday night, man! Nah, not really. The rumors are true, I'm a wimp. I played some pool, was a bystander to an X-rated pong game and witnessed the wedgie to end all wedgies. Seriously, he went down faster than Dubbya's approval rating.

And I know I'm behind, but how much fun is guitar hero? I was a firm believer that that game was the sucks, but I've been converted. I'm so good I can play it without the guitar. I have a witness. It's because I'm so musically inclined. Have I told you how musically inclined I am? I'm pretty inclined...music-wise. (Apparently I wanted to let everyone know I was musically inclined that night.)

Well I am!

But you know what, this weekend was one of the best I've had at Penn State. It was the perfect balance of college student and semi-adult. My only regret was that my guy was stuck in Illinois for it all. He would have helped me keep my musically inclined-ness to myself.

I topped the weekend off with my first viewing of the movie Cars. I highly recommend it to anyone who likes animated movies with lots of innuendos.

I'll leave you with a line from Filmore, the hippy shaggin' wagon from Cars. This guy knows what's up.

Filmore: Respect the classics, man! It's Hendrix!

- Erin