What was it about Budge Hall? To this day, i don't know myself. And yet week after week, we'd drive by in Preston's 280Z, or zip through the drop off on Astrid's scooter (which died) and scream. Ah, those fun filled evenings when boredom became so great in Provo that we resorted to an act which rarely, if ever, drew attention from anyone but some poor confused co-ed walking back to her room.
We took a couple pictures outside of Budge Hall sometime during our junior year. Here's P:
Both Preston and I, on separate occasions, have passed through Provo in more recent years while visiting friends and family in Utah, each of us having performed the ceremonial "Budge Runs" as we used to call them. Not that they ever made sense, but the latter solo runs made much less sense than in the old days. But, I think, all of them had about the same effect. But you know, those old time runs were meaningful on a much, much deeper level....
ok, there is no deeper level.
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