Though I have thus far established a tradition of bar hopping and imbibing on weekend nights, this Saturday was dominated by something straight out of science class. That's right, I went and saw some dinosaurs.

It was a stone-cold sober outing that wouldn't seem fitting for a college student -- not unless it was a student who still delights in the kindergarten wonders of Disney World. Again, that's me.

There's something to be said for suspending disbelief and sitting back to pretend you're in prehistoric times and you don't see the legs of the man inside the raptor suit. And it's not difficult to do when privy to the big-budget Walking with the Dinosaurs show. Its magically appearing props and impressive special effects will have even the most skeptical of attendees wanting to be a paleontologist.

And while no one wants their Saturday to consist of a geological history lesson, the information espoused by the Indiana-Jones-like narrator is just enough to make the show about more than giant animatronic creatures. It actually has a cohesive storyline, and a Jurassic Park nerd like myself was happy to see the show corrected Spielberg's error and put the T-rex in the Cretaceous Period. Though it was pricey at $30 a head, I would highly recommend the show for all ages, and especially for undergrads stuck in a party-every-weekend rut. And now I really want a ride on a Brachiosaurus.

Of course, I ended up at the bar afterward, true to form, but got a late enough start that my spending was significantly curbed. It was a very Phyrst-heavy weekend, but I like it that way. It's the bar that always kind of feels like your best friend's basement, if your best friend's basement had loud music and a variety of spirits.

I'd like to think their green beer specials aren't a weird leftover from St. Patrick's Day, but a fitting tribute to the BJC's reptilian visitors. After all, the Phyrst is one bar that will never go extinct (ba-bum ching!)