That title right there is some straight meta-humor for my day. Very much a laid back end to the weekend. Woke up, puttered around the apartment and accomplished a h
andful of the random tasks that seem to pop up over the course of a weekend and demand your attention. Luckily, (or unluckily in retrospect), I was able to finish everything up prior to the Badger game at 2 in the afternoon. A big match-up against the conference leader MSU, a team who we just seem to be able to get in the head of whenever we play was far too important for me to miss. Knowing that we were the underdog in this particular game, I tried to convince myself that I wouldn't be bent out of shape if we lost, but the truth is all I wanted was to see Tom Izzo blowing a gasket and making incredulous faces and gestures to help himself deal with another loss. As my roommate, Smith, so kindly pointed out, Izzo over the course of a game often imitates the face of Bilbo Baggins in the LOTR movies when he lunges at Frodo to grab the One Ring; pure and unadulerated rage in its most visceral and expressive form. Yikes. Unfortunately, despite the solid lead that the Badgers built up midway through the second half, they proceeded to go absolutely frigid from the field and managed to choke away the lead and the game. Ah well, just adding some more fuel to my desire to punch Moran Goran Suton in the blank, confused space directly between his eyes if I ever happen to meet him in real life. Such is life.
After watching the game, it was time to head in to work for the evening. Sunday nights are by and large completely dead, providing ample time to prepare for the week ahead. Today was no exception. I managed to complete 3 projects for the upcoming week about an hour and a half after I started my shift. After that point, it was a long, slow slide into cleaning and trying to find ways to flesh out the end of my shift. In the end, everything worked out great; I got shit squared away as quick as I could, and Jenna and I were out of the bar and on our way to the Vintage by 11ish or quarter thereafter.
Apparently the last Sunday of every month is Hospitality Night at the Vintage, so we enjoyed dollar taps and 2 dollar top shelf mixers for the majority of our night out. Not too shabby. I seem to keep running into more and more situations where I'm glad that I work in a service industry, particularly for the one I do work for. In any event, this basically meant that Jenna went to town on Skyy Razz and Sprite, while I fell back on the old standard Jack and Coke. Eventually Timmy made his way down and joined us, and much glorious conversation did ensue. I am firmly of the belief that when you get a good handful of the Big 10 crew together that the conversations borne out of that meeting are absolutely solid gold. Just hilarity of the highest order.
In any event, we sat at the Vintage for some time doing shots and having some casual drinks while discussing all manner of topics. Eventually, however, Timmy felt that he had to leave, so Jenna and I ended up heading down to the Lava Lounge. I, myself, am a big fan of the ambiance of the Lava; kind of a cool, tiki/surfer style to it. Good stuff. Hung out down there for a while with some people Jenna knew and that was that. Had a couple more good chats about a handful of things that I don't feel comfortable relating here, cause they're really Jenna's business in the end. I'm just there to provide a sympathetic ear and a new insight into whatever problems she may be having. All told, it was another fantastic night of good friends and good conversation, even if it was largely unplanned. Oh well, no arguments here. Time for the beds. Rock over London, rock on Chicago. OUT.
andful of the random tasks that seem to pop up over the course of a weekend and demand your attention. Luckily, (or unluckily in retrospect), I was able to finish everything up prior to the Badger game at 2 in the afternoon. A big match-up against the conference leader MSU, a team who we just seem to be able to get in the head of whenever we play was far too important for me to miss. Knowing that we were the underdog in this particular game, I tried to convince myself that I wouldn't be bent out of shape if we lost, but the truth is all I wanted was to see Tom Izzo blowing a gasket and making incredulous faces and gestures to help himself deal with another loss. As my roommate, Smith, so kindly pointed out, Izzo over the course of a game often imitates the face of Bilbo Baggins in the LOTR movies when he lunges at Frodo to grab the One Ring; pure and unadulerated rage in its most visceral and expressive form. Yikes. Unfortunately, despite the solid lead that the Badgers built up midway through the second half, they proceeded to go absolutely frigid from the field and managed to choke away the lead and the game. Ah well, just adding some more fuel to my desire to punch After watching the game, it was time to head in to work for the evening. Sunday nights are by and large completely dead, providing ample time to prepare for the week ahead. Today was no exception. I managed to complete 3 projects for the upcoming week about an hour and a half after I started my shift. After that point, it was a long, slow slide into cleaning and trying to find ways to flesh out the end of my shift. In the end, everything worked out great; I got shit squared away as quick as I could, and Jenna and I were out of the bar and on our way to the Vintage by 11ish or quarter thereafter.
Apparently the last Sunday of every month is Hospitality Night at the Vintage, so we enjoyed dollar taps and 2 dollar top shelf mixers for the majority of our night out. Not too shabby. I seem to keep running into more and more situations where I'm glad that I work in a service industry, particularly for the one I do work for. In any event, this basically meant that Jenna went to town on Skyy Razz and Sprite, while I fell back on the old standard Jack and Coke. Eventually Timmy made his way down and joined us, and much glorious conversation did ensue. I am firmly of the belief that when you get a good handful of the Big 10 crew together that the conversations borne out of that meeting are absolutely solid gold. Just hilarity of the highest order.
In any event, we sat at the Vintage for some time doing shots and having some casual drinks while discussing all manner of topics. Eventually, however, Timmy felt that he had to leave, so Jenna and I ended up heading down to the Lava Lounge. I, myself, am a big fan of the ambiance of the Lava; kind of a cool, tiki/surfer style to it. Good stuff. Hung out down there for a while with some people Jenna knew and that was that. Had a couple more good chats about a handful of things that I don't feel comfortable relating here, cause they're really Jenna's business in the end. I'm just there to provide a sympathetic ear and a new insight into whatever problems she may be having. All told, it was another fantastic night of good friends and good conversation, even if it was largely unplanned. Oh well, no arguments here. Time for the beds. Rock over London, rock on Chicago. OUT.
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