(This is another one of those entries designed to get people off my back about me not writing an entry every day)
So other than the inevitable post-Christmas letdown, there may be no bigger drop from one day to the next than on the day after your birthday. Don’t get me wrong, today didn’t suck. It just can never live up to the big day. So now with the distance and clarity that 24 hours brings, I figured I would look back on the day that was.
Actually, days might be more accurate, since there was a little family get-together in my honor on Saturday before I had to come back to school. My aunt and grandmother joined the fun, and although there were a few mixups, everything got sorted out in the end, and we had a delicious meal enjoyed in great company. Presents were well thought out and very much appreciated, and I owe many a thank you note. If you gave me something, yours is in the mail. If you didn’t give me something, then its all good anyhow. The cake was excellent, and I’ve still got most of it in my room if you all get that crazy craving for sugar. You know where to find me.
So nothing can compare to spending your birthday with your family, but my friends are the best substitute. I had a few beers to start the night shortly after midnight. (I was born at 12:20 AM, after all. As a nod to my recent national holiday, they were food-colored Kelley green. Nice touch. Then a friend came over and we watched “Office Space”, which is just a stunning movie every time you see it.
Ron Livingstone is a sly devil, and I love his subtle mechanisms that create humor. Apparently, Jennifer Aniston used to be pretty hot too, before she decided that eating wasn’t entirely fashionable.
Anyhow, then came sleep. I woke up bright and early, relatively speaking, at the hour of 830. I had to get all clean and spiffy for my grad school assistantship interviews, or, as it turned out, interview. It was with Career Services, and it wasnt too bad, although the fact that I knew nothing about the offic seemed to be a bit upsetting to the interviwer. I walked out, and deciding that in my current get-up, I was well set to make an impression, I walked over to the International Programs Office. Generally, I dont really share what Im thinking about future hopes and dreams, so here comes a bombshell. That is the job I want. International higher education fascinates me in a way not unlike a Sears lingerie catalogue fascinates a 12 year old male. I had a great talk with one of the women who works there with the current grad students, and I walked out of there really excited. Apparently she digs me too, a bit, which is always a good thing. We shall see where that leads.
Next stop was the Loose Goose, where I treated myself to The Eckel. Yes, for those of you familiar with the Loose Goose, I am not a jazz legend. However, I order the sandwich every time I go there, so its mine.
The recipe:
Foccacia Bread
Peppered Turkey
American Cheese
Bacon
Black Pepper
Lettuce
Creole Blue Cheese Mayonnaise
For those of you who have done cocaine, its kinda like that, except less deadly and more substantial. Hence, you might actually gain weight instead of losing it, but the taste makes it worth it. For those of you havent done cocaine, I recommend you just try the sandwich. Its cheaper, and less illegal. You wont regret it.
After the sandwich, it was time to get home and finish up some scholarship essays and forms and letters and such. For some reason, the Commonwealth College informed me via mail that I was nominated for this scholarship. Of course, this mail came roughly 5 days before the deadline. This made for a bit of a rush. I got it all done by 630ish, when we headed to dinner. It was Amherst Brewing Company time, and most of the Grayson 4th floor crew was able to make it. There were some exceptions, and they were missed, but a good time was had by all. I got a bison burger (they are a new addiction – healthier and perhaps tastier than beef). Of course, a few beers were consumed as well, as the ABC has some excellent home-made beers.
I was so pleased with my selections that I bought a growler or three to bring back for the low-key festivities. Thats a lot of good quality beer. Fortunately, it was enjoyed with good company while watching excellent television, i.e. these guys:
After that, the carnival of leisure continued. The entire evening had been spent doing nothing much, and I was loving it. The night ended with some Halo 2 with the gentlemen friends, Mister Blood and Mister Murphy.
Some of my friends, particularly the ladies, will decry this as completely lame, because it is a video game. To them, I say: “Screw off, it was my birthday, and if I wanted to spend it playing video games, then thats what im gonan do.”
That pretty much wound down the night. I spent a few hours just reading and getting sleep-ish, then hit the hay, knowing that when I woke up, it would all be over. And so it is. But life goes on, and tomorrow will no doubt hold something new and exciting. Good night for now.
