Take Heed

P.S. When the waitress advises you NOT to touch your contact lenses within 4 hours of eating an atomic wing (even if you wash your hands over and over), she isn't trying to pull your leg. After my own "research" this morning, the data is conclusive that upon insertion of atomic sauce laden contact lenses, an eyeball will begin to feel as if it was placed on a hot frying pan. Be advised: Jessica (waitress) is not a comedian, she is a professional. Listen to her.

I'm Radioactive!

They say only cockroaches can survive an atomic blast, but tonight I have defied all logic. I consumed atomic wings from Quaker Steak & Lube. My tongue and lips were raging with the heat of 1,000 suns. My nose was an open stream running down my drooling face. I have passed through the trial of fire and I have overcome.  I am more than man. (I can feel the chest hair growing already)

Just Call Me Dave Cave

In celebration of the birth of a new blog, I thought that it would be appropriate to share with you one of my adventures to the great unknown. This semester I decided that it was about time that I attended a fun class. I decided to take spelunking. Why? Simple. It is fun to say. 

Last weekend (Feb. 1-3) we ventured 6 hours to West Virginia where we explored Cave Mountain Cave. What an incredible experience. I was amazed by how huge the inside of these caves were. We rappelled a 75 feet while we were still inside the cave (hopefully this gives you some idea at how big the cave was). The bats were pretty cool to see too.