Brew pong

Today was national flannel day. In honor of this momentous day, almost everyone here (including me) wore flannel. It was great.

There is a concoction we have in a big glass jar on top of the fridge that is simply called, "The Brew." The Brew is a mixture of terrible things like garlic, onions, peppers (disclaimer: these are not terrible of themselves, but mixed together in the brew = AWFUL), and some other nasties in a vinegar base. It is the worst stuff you can possibly imagine ever drinking. Even worse than Kumbucha tea. After you drink it, the taste is in your mouth for the rest of the day, and no matter what you do you can't stop burping it up. Revolting, I know.

Now, why would High Sierra even have this? The reason behind The Brew is that this is the concoction some monks drank during the black plague that kept them from getting sick. High Sierra students sometimes drink The Brew when they are feeling peakish or afraid they might get sick. Supposedly it works.

Tonight, four valiant souls decided to try a match of brew pong: just like beer pong, but with the brew, ten times worse.

The whole camp gathered to watch the match: Note the flannel

And don't worry, there's no alcohol in the brew.

The team on the left side won

It was a riveting game.

On a completely new note, I've decided to give my blog a more relevant name. I would like to thank my dear mother for her ideas and contributions. It is probably irrelevant to note the name change, as you've no doubt noticed it by now, but instead of, "Right Under Your Nose," welcome to, "Dear Mom, College is Boring..." (please note the sarcasm =) )