It was not the best, but it was very close to the best decisions I have made this year at Eastern.

The decision was, and I recommend all of you do it: A big breakfast with a group of your friends.

On Wednesday it was a complete team effort in making this “family” breakfast happen with some of my best friends.

I supplied the apartment, my friend Juan “Juano” Sindac fired up them eggs, I cooked bacon like no one has ever had before, Alyssa “Alysso” Ferchen was a pancake-making master, Madison “Mado’s” Ley made a dining hall run to get jelly for the toast and Shawn “Shawny” Hammers ate the food like a champ (no help cooking).

Just kidding, “Shawny” did the dishes. The dirty work, I guess you could say.

We will start with the eggs. “Juano” scrambled those eggs up to perfection. He tossed some Pepper Jack cheese in there that melted perfectly with the eggs. Not too runny, not too dry.

Like I said, the bacon was on the money: A perfect happy medium between beyond crispy and chewy. Oh, and not to mention, the Dunkin’ Donuts coffee was brewed and ready as they walked in the door.

“Alysso” was flippin’ and floppin’ the quick and easy Buttermilk pancakes on the griddle to a perfect golden brown color. In the matter of 15 minutes, she had around 12 pancakes made for everyone.

“Mado’s” instinct was to run to Taylor Dining Hall to get the jelly that we were lacking to spread across the toast we had in the oven. I do not have a toaster.

“Shawny” was not supposed to come, but I think he just waited it out until he figured we were done cooking where he could waltz on in and eat the delicious breakfast “The Wolfpack” had prepared.

Yes, we call ourselves “The Wolfpack,” very similar to the Wolfpack from “The Hangover.”

To be honest, I did not think we would be able to pull it off, but with a group of friends that love to spend time with each other, the 7:45 a.m. feasting time was not a problem after all.

No one showed up in a bad mood, and it was pure excitement to have a non-dining hall breakfast for a change.

The table was filled with food from end-to-end and side-to-side. Glasses filled with ice-cold orange juice, cups of coffee, plates of golden brown pancakes, mouth-watering bacon and a pan filled with eggs.

Nothing was left by 8:45 a.m.

I cannot wait to do it again: my place, same time, same Wolfpack, same food and one damn good time.

Sean Hastings is a senior journalism major. He can be reached 581-2812 or at smhastings@eiu.edu