Adventures on I85

I spent this past weekend at my alma mater, Furman University's, annual Homecoming. I managed to convince Nate to join me in the type of reveling you can only enjoy on a completely dry campus. We left a cold and drizzly Atlanta at 9:00 sat. morning and arrived at a slightly colder and more drizzly Greenville about 2 hours later.

I've resigned myself to the fact that the older I get the more sentimental I become. Our first stop on campus was the bookstore...a place I probably visited twice (mostly as a shortcut to somewhere else) in four years of higher learning. On this particular trip I managed to snatch up all things purple and only drew the line at a mug that said "Furman Grandparents" (after spending a moment trying to justify it).

Leaving the bookstore and strolling out the doors of the newly remodeled Pala'den Nate turned to me and said Furman's motto should be "Furman, for the privileged and sheltered." I immediately turned to him and said "I don't think so, now take my picture in the safety of the grotto in the rose garden!" (insert picture I can't figure out how to upload but is available for your viewing pleasure on Facebook).

After wandering around campus a bit we made our way over to the football game which may have doubled as the south's largest young republicans meeting. (insert picture)
Biggest memory of the game was me wishing I wore socks.

Unfortunately I didn't see too many people from around my year. That didn't stop me from looking later that night downtown. Didn't find any old friends but met some new ones in the form of a charismatic young dermatologist. A few melanoma stories later we were ready to call it a night.

We ended Saturday night pretty late and started our Sunday morning all too early. All in all it was a pretty good jam packed 24 hours of Greenville lovin'.