Didn't write anything the other day mostly because nothing of note happened. Pretty standard day, with two points of info from it; the newest John Legend album is solid, and Call of Duty: World at War is a pretty sweet game. The CoD game corrects almost all of the small complaints I had with CoD:Modern Warfare, as well as being set in a historical period that I find infinitely more interesting. The John Legend album has more than a handful of songs that speak to different periods of my life where I've felt a certain way, and also a handful of songs that make me wish I had a girl to bring home and just get down with all night, if you catch my drift ;) But I digress..
Today was Mardi Gras, and I had to work tonite. Now the boss loves to do lots of creative specials for holidays and the like, and as a result we had no less than 8 specials on the board today: a seafood gumbo with rice; red beans and rice; andoullie, chicken and shrimp jambalaya; andouille and chicken cajun pasta; deep fried okra and catfish fingers; an andouille, peppers and onion panini sandwich; a 'Bayou' burger with cajun mayo, fried and french fried onions; and Bananas Foster. Woof. All really good, and I ended up making at least one of all of them, which was fun, but a lot of work to clean up. Still, I did pretty alright and was able to jet out of there by around 12:20 or so.
Left the 10 and headed out to meet Boomer at the Library, as he had texted me earlier in the evening telling me to head over there. Got there and met up with him, Alexis, and Ross and discussed the upcoming Spring Break trip. The plan is to head out to Jackson Hole, WY, in conjunction with Hoofers, the UW outdoor activities group and do some skiing/hanging out/drinking/whatever from March 13th to the 22nd. Now, I don't really ski or board, though I've been once, so I was initially worried that I'd not have anything to do. Boomer kept assuring me that it was much more important that I enjoy drinking PBR. As the trip date approached and I became more convinced about my ability to find things to do, I became more and more excited.
In any event, tonite was kind of a low key planning session with Boomer and Alexis, the two drivers for the trip. A lot of logistics were discussed, the major point of which was how to transport the nine people and their assorted stuff out to JH and back. Once we get out there, things are shaping up to be awesome, with a lot of skiing, drinking, a day on some snowmobiles, X Country skiing, a night in a teepee, St. Patty's Day, etc. The trick is to get everyone and their stuff out there without making anyone to uncomfortable/mad, apparently. It's times like this that I'm not only glad that I'm not in a planning/organizing position, but also that people generally get along with me and I'm not involved in any sort of "Drama" (quotes and capitalization for High School type emphasis). In any event, the basic consensus of tonite was that we needed to meet as a larger sort of group so that we can make concrete decisions without hurting anybody's feelings too badly.
Round bar time-ish, we broke up the convo and decided to head our own seperate ways. Alexis gave me a ride home, which saved me the trouble of firing up the ol' Chevro-legs, which is always welcome. Don't get me wrong, walking both ways to campus once or twice a day is doing wonders for my legs, but it can get pretty old after a while, especially in this cold. So that brings us to this place, where I sit listening to John Legend and writing a blog. Which = bed time. That's the kind of math I can both understand and get behind. LATE.
Today was Mardi Gras, and I had to work tonite. Now the boss loves to do lots of creative specials for holidays and the like, and as a result we had no less than 8 specials on the board today: a seafood gumbo with rice; red beans and rice; andoullie, chicken and shrimp jambalaya; andouille and chicken cajun pasta; deep fried okra and catfish fingers; an andouille, peppers and onion panini sandwich; a 'Bayou' burger with cajun mayo, fried and french fried onions; and Bananas Foster. Woof. All really good, and I ended up making at least one of all of them, which was fun, but a lot of work to clean up. Still, I did pretty alright and was able to jet out of there by around 12:20 or so.
Left the 10 and headed out to meet Boomer at the Library, as he had texted me earlier in the evening telling me to head over there. Got there and met up with him, Alexis, and Ross and discussed the upcoming Spring Break trip. The plan is to head out to Jackson Hole, WY, in conjunction with Hoofers, the UW outdoor activities group and do some skiing/hanging out/drinking/whatever from March 13th to the 22nd. Now, I don't really ski or board, though I've been once, so I was initially worried that I'd not have anything to do. Boomer kept assuring me that it was much more important that I enjoy drinking PBR. As the trip date approached and I became more convinced about my ability to find things to do, I became more and more excited.
In any event, tonite was kind of a low key planning session with Boomer and Alexis, the two drivers for the trip. A lot of logistics were discussed, the major point of which was how to transport the nine people and their assorted stuff out to JH and back. Once we get out there, things are shaping up to be awesome, with a lot of skiing, drinking, a day on some snowmobiles, X Country skiing, a night in a teepee, St. Patty's Day, etc. The trick is to get everyone and their stuff out there without making anyone to uncomfortable/mad, apparently. It's times like this that I'm not only glad that I'm not in a planning/organizing position, but also that people generally get along with me and I'm not involved in any sort of "Drama" (quotes and capitalization for High School type emphasis). In any event, the basic consensus of tonite was that we needed to meet as a larger sort of group so that we can make concrete decisions without hurting anybody's feelings too badly.
Round bar time-ish, we broke up the convo and decided to head our own seperate ways. Alexis gave me a ride home, which saved me the trouble of firing up the ol' Chevro-legs, which is always welcome. Don't get me wrong, walking both ways to campus once or twice a day is doing wonders for my legs, but it can get pretty old after a while, especially in this cold. So that brings us to this place, where I sit listening to John Legend and writing a blog. Which = bed time. That's the kind of math I can both understand and get behind. LATE.
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