KCSA reunion at Courier Cafe in Urbana, Illinois

I’d like a beer with my pancakes.

KCSA reunion at Courier Cafe in Urbana, Illinois.

Saturday night, after the KCSA reunion at Krannert Center, the KCSA after party began with a late night trip to Courier Cafe. We had an insane amount of people (18) and I don’t think the wait staff was very happy about that. I caught up a bit with Kristie and Chris and Caroline jumped into the twentieth century by finally getting a cell phone.

KCSA reunion at Courier Cafe in Urbana, Illinois

KCSA reunion at Courier Cafe in Urbana, Illinois

She called Kate at the other end of the table and it took some goading after three tries to get her to answer the phone from the number she didn’t recognize.

KCSA reunion at Courier Cafe in Urbana, Illinois

I got myself a chocolate milkshake and an order of skinny dippers (fried potatoes topped with cheddar, bacon, sour cream, and chives) which definitely won’t keep you skinny. But they are damned delicious.

Chocolate milkshake at Courier Cafe in Urbana, Illinois

Skinny Dippers at Courier Cafe in Urbana, Illinois

Afterwards most people left but me and Jen and Andrew and Doug and Paul and Brian headed over to Crane Alley for a drink. They had a pomegranate shake-up drink that was soooo good. Andrew got a breakfast beer but was not allowed to drink it until after midnight because then we determined it would be acceptable.

Me and Brian at Crane Alley in Urbana, Illinois

Brian had a few Mountain Dews with Grenadine. At one point he remarked that he only had three…”oh, and the two at Courier.” I don’t think he slept that night.

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