Mondays Suck: Ich liebe diesen Strudel!

When I woke up this Monday morning, I felt like just slamming my alarm clock and going back to sleep. But I knew I had four classes and a 10 hour day to start the week, so there was no choice but to wake up.

I ended up heading in really early today, seeing as how my first class started at 10AM. So from 8AM forward I sat around, listened to some tunes and did some reading.

At around 9AM I walked over to the Agora bookstore to pick up one of the last books I needed, which just came in. So I get there, pull on the door handle and: it's locked.

Who the fuck opens at 10AM? Is it just me or is that a really random hour for opening a store in the morning?

Either way, now having displaced myself needlessly I went back to campus and parked myself in class. Of course, by the time 10 o'clock rolled around everyone opened their laptops to find an email from the prof simply stating:

Your professor is sick, therefore there is no class today. Until Wednesday! 

My next class? 1PM. Amount of time I ended up wasting this morning? Five hours. And then of course I had class until 7PM.

The highlight of the day however came in my last class of the day, German.

Nearing the end of the session, it was time to go over what we'd learned in the past hour with partners/neighbors and so forth. That is until our professor decided to pick a pair of students to carry out a full on conversation in front of everyone. It looked something like this:

Frau Lyon: So, to put what we've learned into practice, we will have Caroline and, euhhh Jayme, converse with each other. 

Me: Scheiße.

I'm sure you can figure out the rest. Although it went pretty well. I was pretty tired and mixed up a couple verb tenses but the general conversation went well - and quite funnily. Considering our professor was trying to get me to score a phone number, whether fake or real.

Eventually it degenerated into me talking about how I love strudels. It's not my fault they're delicious. 

Tuesday cometh, meaning I have to work. Damn it.

Auf Wiedersehen!

Double Honesty: Not Quite Double Irony

Yesterday was our monthly (sometimes bi-monthly) wing night. Rather than visit our usual locale, we decided to hit up the Honest Lawyer, based on the fact that their wings are quite tasty and it happens to be extremely close to campus, which works well since I finish at 7PM and everyone usually shows up for around 6PM.

The Honest Lawyer has a buffet style system (after 8PM), with wristbands, for their AYCE (All You Can Eat) wing nights, which isn't a terrible idea. Except when one of your fryers isn't working and you barely have enough wings to satiate 20 people before you have to hold up the line for a solid 15 minutes. Add the fact you get 6 wings per trip and you're in for a long night.

It honestly seems like every time I go to the Honest Lawyer something explodes.

The last time was on my birthday and sewer main burst in the back of the establishment. They effectively prevented anyone from coming in - and anyone who left couldn't come back in. That particular point caused trouble for people who decided to get some air or were just showing up later in the evening - so we promptly GTFO'd.

To sum things up, my AYCE wing night turned into having six chicken wings and an order of perogies. Awesome.

Then of course my friends, who were dipping leisurely into the sauce, decided to start a 'Jayntervention'.

I forget what the actual purpose of the whole idea was, but it involved a number of female patrons rushing a certain sorority, Honesty and general cheesiness.

And how one my friends happens to be very geographically challenged when it comes to determining the distance between the African continent and India.

It's going to be a long week.

Summer: A Farewell to Friends

So it's August 23rd - 24th in about an hour from now. I just realized for the fifth or sixth time in the past week that this summer has really flown by. It seems each summer goes by without a second notice these days.

And that really sucks. But that's just the way she goes.

The end of summer usually epitomizes a few things. The end of full-time hours at the office and my return to University, to name a few. But this being my (hopefully) last year, means that come the end of next summer I'm not sure exactly what position I'll be in - or what I'll be doing necessarily.

One thing I can count on is to be around some genuine classy individuals in between then and now - and most likely after. One of these Duder McDudington's (yeah that guy) is packing up his saddle and moseying across the pond for a month in our ancestral homeland - Euroville (a.k.a. Europe).

Summer's coming to a close in a couple weeks, so there's still some time left to get a few kicks in before it's back to the academic grindstone. This past Monday night was the first of many of these shindigs as we showered our comrade in chicken wings, delicious Strongbow and really, really awkward jokes.

Bon voyage mon ostie d'tabarnak.

p.s. - Bring me back a Vildhjarta t-shirt or we're not friends anymore.

p.p.s. - I'm serious.

Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters: Not Made for Panicking

The first Monday of each month is regularly dedicated to being wing night. Unfortunately last week we skipped on the occasion in order to opt for some resting up for our trip to Montreal for Summer Slaughter 2010 - which was well deserved.

However tradition was back with us this week when we descended upon the James St. Pub in search of all you can eat wings and of course - drinks!

Mondays tend to be made all the more awesome when you add any of the following to the mix: Strongbow, Guinness, rum and cokes, whiskey sours, zombies and the fabled Raspberry Ballin'.

But none can contend with the almighty Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster! It's Green (or blue!) and simply: Amazing.

Bring it on Tuesday!