Quoteworthy: How to tell you're having a tough night

After watching the Cubs lose Game 1 of the NLDS, Chet walked away to prevent breaking things within the Herm. During his walk, he went to the mailbox. When he came back, he said,

"You know how to tell when you're not having a good night? When you watch your team lose and then get the mail and behind your LL Bean Catalogue is a 1-800-Flowers Catalogue."

Needless to say, it's a good thing Chet no longer drinks during the week.

Glory Hole Wall Thickness

We recently had a question, "What is the average height and thickness of the wall through which a Glory Hole exists?"

This led to a meandering discussion between proper construction technique and the prevention of sharp edges within the wall, but the question was never fully resolved. While we agreed that the stereotypical Glory Hole would be through a Bathroom Stall wall (Settle Down Larry Craig), we pondered the thickness of an average wall and the effectiveness of that hole for the average gentleman.

Additionally, Milo, being short in stature, wonders if the height is taller than the user, is it appropriate to BYO-Stepstool.

Feedback appreciated.

RIP Atlas and An Idea

We are sad to announce the recent passing of the house mascot, Atlas. Atlas was Milo's six year old Guinea Pig. While Atlas' loss brings the end to an era that was filled with trips between Lacrosse Sticks and being cuddled between two pieces of bread and carried around by Chet during their time in the fraternity, his last gift to us was a night of hilarity and new considerations.

After a brainstorming session of appropriate sendoffs that included a Viking funeral in Lake Michigan, Cremation by Grill, and DIY Taxidermy; we decided burial was the most appropriate and efficient. After Lindsey and Leigh of the Marcus Realty Team (773-883-5746) were nice enough to locate a garden unit that has just opened up for rental, Milo laid Atlas to rest under the porch of the Herm Monday night. Atlas moved his things in a bucket and clooked like a wack-a-mole at Chuckie Cheese.

Once Atlas was laid to rest, planning for the next mascot of the Herm began immediately. We have decided that BlueGill Sunfish would be appropriate and are currently researching whether to buy or build our tanks. We will have at least two main tanks and a fish bowl. The first tank will be for the permanent residents of the Herm (We may let Rudy have an auxillary fish as well). The second tank will be for guests. Each guest that stays at least one night at the Herm will be expected to purchase two fish that they feel best represent them. One of the fish will remain in the guest tank, for as long as it lives. The second fish will be placed in the Pergatory Bowl and will be fed to the Resident Fish at the end of the guest's stay. Returning Guests will just purchase the feeder fish for subsequent trips.

Who Are We?

Here starts the now public ramblings of four friends in Chicago. Woodford Van Winkle, fresh off the boat from the land down under, is the newest member of the Herm. He enjoys 3 day benders and retorting with smart comments. Chet Armstrong, a Midwestern good 'ol boy, was an original member of the Herm who enjoys exerting his own perceived alpha-male status as well as 3 cans of dip a week. Milo Lacroix, new to the area, hailing from west Philly, is a somewhat quieter, yet witty guy who uses big words despite his short stature. Milo can always be counted on to offer an awkward remark when it is least expected. Finally, the guy on the couch, Rudy Barstow. Not a resident at the Herm, but might as well be. He brings a decent size dose of sarcasm to the group, enjoys laughter at the expense of the other members of the Herm, and spikes his hair more that an out-of-work Back Street Boy.

Follow us through our adventures, random thought patterns, and life experiences both past, present and future and feel free to send along your feedback.