My Cove Experience
First off, I didn't actually go to the Cove, and not because I don't like mixed drinks in plastic cups or medium-sized drunk dance floors. It was midnight on a Sunday, I just completed a paper, and I really wanted mac'n cheese wedges. So, like any other night when I suddenly lose all sense of shame, I called them up (on speed dial...get at me). I waited twenty minutes and to my surprise, I received a text instead of a call. I later found out that the wireless-hating demon that is Old Kenyon Residence Hall did not let the call go through, so the delivery guy was kind enough to send an SMS:
No comment. Love you Ohio.