There have been a few requests for a new blog to be written about my experience meeting Pat's parents. Although it was an experience I would like to forget, I've decided to rehash the night anyway in hopes that it might make at least one person laugh. So, if you are in fact that one person that this makes laugh (or you feel like lying and say that it made you laugh even if it really didn't) leave a comment and let me know. It all started with me going to Strongsville on New Year's Eve to take the GRE for grad school. [Disclaimer: I do not wish this test on my worst enemy, well maybe someone I really hate like... anyway, you get the idea]. The test took me 3 1/2 hours and I was in a little room the size of a cubicle with about 5 other people taking tests too. The first five minutes went okay until I started hearing someone clearing the phlegm in their throat. If I could insert a sound here, I would. It was a sound you had to hear to completely understand. Instead, I...