A Rose by Any Other Name
Winter break was invented by genii.
So far, this particular winter break has far exceeded any in recent memory. My ability capture it all in words is distinctly limited, and, as such, I will not even try. Yet, even the medium for such conveyance has been recently called into question. More particularly, the accuracy of this blog's title has been called into doubt and several alternate quips have been proposed. The two most prominent suggestions have been: "Reasons for and Degrees of Hatred towards iOFF" and "My Life is Freakin' Crazy." Both have a fair amount of merit, I suppose... and in a nod to each, this post shall strive to encapsulate both.
So I flew to Arizona for the ND-Ohio State football event. After spending the day meandering the gerbil track known as the SkyWay system and assisting in pre-paradise shopping in the 'Polis with the Hawaii-bound Swedish Gopher, I somehow managed to still arrive at the airport with only a moment to spare. Always one to extend a helping hand, NWA graciously delayed takeoff for 20 minutes. This was a fantastic change in plans, particularly since I arrived at 12:20am on New Year's day.
Then the game happened.
Great times were had with Mal, Ball, Kel, Dixie, Goat, and Jimmy.
(And hence, any more information would be old news)
Then it came time for a sad departure. Armed with the sandal in my cargo pocket, I ventured off to take to the air and return to the tundra. Happily, I ended up on the same flight has as a talented Irish Johnny, with whom I attempted to grab a beverage with near the gate. After 30 minutes and the angry protests of a pregnant woman, the waitress finally took our order. Unhappily, NWA was just as hospitable. Turned out our plane was in good shape... but on its way to Minneapolis without us. We, unfortunately, were stuck with a busted plane that had been chillin' in the gate all day.
So we got to stay in the ASU Holiday Inn that night. To say we made light of the situation would be an understatement. Renee, the 45 year old airline rep, was totally digging us. It was only mildly disturbing. Anyway, we hit the Library, watched the PSU/FSU game, witnessed some scenes that really could only be described as "obscene" (Or perhaps "Obscenely Awesome"), and engaged in a high quality conversation with the drunks working at the Taco Bell. Fantastic times were had. We then flew home and I felt the sting of the Minneapolis chill, sandal in hand. Scheduled departure time: 6:40pm. Actual departure time: 8:45am. Reminiscent of the NYC Big East trip? Disgustingly.
The next weekend I jumped in the iOFF and booked it for Chicago. There, Fiancee (2 E's) had some particularly toxic 99 Slop boozahol waiting for us and, after a quick trip to the White Hen to buy something more palatable, we went to work catching up with the Irish Johnny's girlfriend. A short stumble later, we found her at the "Irish Eyes" public house. Good times were had. As always, Emily and MJ were superior hosts.
The next day, at the crack of 2pm, we awoke and hit the historic Unos downtown. Delicious. After the obligatory stop at the Apple Store (Where an odd security guard kept follo
wing me around making comments such as "Hoooweeee... it smells like chili in here!," "How much for a slice of that pizza?," "Oooo... I bet there's some good cheese on there," and "Sorry, I'm on the job." This might not seem as strange if they were all delivered together... but, no... this guy kept spotting us and coming over and expressing his affection for the Italian deliciousness. (How's that for a parenthetical?)), we met up with the Screaming Eagle-Hoya-Rambler MD (Also known as my brother) who took us to eat at an amazing rib joint. I was impressed (I also learned that it is un-American to wait 20 mins at a sushi bar?). Later on, Emily, Juicy, and I went to a swanky wine bar downtown in the House of Blues with "Prof Rock," the phd who ordered me 4 glasses of ridiculous wine at once. Underdressed? That's me! The evening was capped by an interesting trip to the "Wet" bar where I was, amazingly, the only white guy in a crowd of hundreds. The girls made the sicko next to me very jealous. I had fun!
The next day we made pancakes and eggs. They turned out good! And besides... the most exciting part of the trip is getting there... right? Now you know how to make pancakes!
Then IT happened.
I came out of the apt to see the iOFF with its tail tucked well between its legs. The little prick was mouthing off to the locals again, it seemed. I leave the dumb thing alone for mere moments, and it insists of picking fights. It got HIT. AGAIN. MULTIPLE TIMES. I can't even believe this dumb car. How can one car be the victim of so much ill will? That apparition of a crosshair on the back window appears to me increasingly significant. Come on, iOFF. Learn to get along with others. Look how hungover he is.
So we drove home through the disgusting snow, with memories of crazy randomness, in my devil car.
So it was a great week. I got to spend time with my awesome pals from ND, got to hit the "Irish Pub" with some very quality bandies, and got to rawk Chicago with a unparalleled cast and crew.
So far, this particular winter break has far exceeded any in recent memory. My ability capture it all in words is distinctly limited, and, as such, I will not even try. Yet, even the medium for such conveyance has been recently called into question. More particularly, the accuracy of this blog's title has been called into doubt and several alternate quips have been proposed. The two most prominent suggestions have been: "Reasons for and Degrees of Hatred towards iOFF" and "My Life is Freakin' Crazy." Both have a fair amount of merit, I suppose... and in a nod to each, this post shall strive to encapsulate both.
So I flew to Arizona for the ND-Ohio State football event. After spending the day meandering the gerbil track known as the SkyWay system and assisting in pre-paradise shopping in the 'Polis with the Hawaii-bound Swedish Gopher, I somehow managed to still arrive at the airport with only a moment to spare. Always one to extend a helping hand, NWA graciously delayed takeoff for 20 minutes. This was a fantastic change in plans, particularly since I arrived at 12:20am on New Year's day.Then the game happened.
Great times were had with Mal, Ball, Kel, Dixie, Goat, and Jimmy.
(And hence, any more information would be old news)
Then it came time for a sad departure. Armed with the sandal in my cargo pocket, I ventured off to take to the air and return to the tundra. Happily, I ended up on the same flight has as a talented Irish Johnny, with whom I attempted to grab a beverage with near the gate. After 30 minutes and the angry protests of a pregnant woman, the waitress finally took our order. Unhappily, NWA was just as hospitable. Turned out our plane was in good shape... but on its way to Minneapolis without us. We, unfortunately, were stuck with a busted plane that had been chillin' in the gate all day.
So we got to stay in the ASU Holiday Inn that night. To say we made light of the situation would be an understatement. Renee, the 45 year old airline rep, was totally digging us. It was only mildly disturbing. Anyway, we hit the Library, watched the PSU/FSU game, witnessed some scenes that really could only be described as "obscene" (Or perhaps "Obscenely Awesome"), and engaged in a high quality conversation with the drunks working at the Taco Bell. Fantastic times were had. We then flew home and I felt the sting of the Minneapolis chill, sandal in hand. Scheduled departure time: 6:40pm. Actual departure time: 8:45am. Reminiscent of the NYC Big East trip? Disgustingly.
The next weekend I jumped in the iOFF and booked it for Chicago. There, Fiancee (2 E's) had some particularly toxic 99 Slop boozahol waiting for us and, after a quick trip to the White Hen to buy something more palatable, we went to work catching up with the Irish Johnny's girlfriend. A short stumble later, we found her at the "Irish Eyes" public house. Good times were had. As always, Emily and MJ were superior hosts.The next day, at the crack of 2pm, we awoke and hit the historic Unos downtown. Delicious. After the obligatory stop at the Apple Store (Where an odd security guard kept follo
wing me around making comments such as "Hoooweeee... it smells like chili in here!," "How much for a slice of that pizza?," "Oooo... I bet there's some good cheese on there," and "Sorry, I'm on the job." This might not seem as strange if they were all delivered together... but, no... this guy kept spotting us and coming over and expressing his affection for the Italian deliciousness. (How's that for a parenthetical?)), we met up with the Screaming Eagle-Hoya-Rambler MD (Also known as my brother) who took us to eat at an amazing rib joint. I was impressed (I also learned that it is un-American to wait 20 mins at a sushi bar?). Later on, Emily, Juicy, and I went to a swanky wine bar downtown in the House of Blues with "Prof Rock," the phd who ordered me 4 glasses of ridiculous wine at once. Underdressed? That's me! The evening was capped by an interesting trip to the "Wet" bar where I was, amazingly, the only white guy in a crowd of hundreds. The girls made the sicko next to me very jealous. I had fun!The next day we made pancakes and eggs. They turned out good! And besides... the most exciting part of the trip is getting there... right? Now you know how to make pancakes!
Then IT happened.
I came out of the apt to see the iOFF with its tail tucked well between its legs. The little prick was mouthing off to the locals again, it seemed. I leave the dumb thing alone for mere moments, and it insists of picking fights. It got HIT. AGAIN. MULTIPLE TIMES. I can't even believe this dumb car. How can one car be the victim of so much ill will? That apparition of a crosshair on the back window appears to me increasingly significant. Come on, iOFF. Learn to get along with others. Look how hungover he is.
So we drove home through the disgusting snow, with memories of crazy randomness, in my devil car.
So it was a great week. I got to spend time with my awesome pals from ND, got to hit the "Irish Pub" with some very quality bandies, and got to rawk Chicago with a unparalleled cast and crew.
A superb entry, Robbit! Remember, read from left to right (or was it right to left?)Prof Rock says to come back down. God bless him!.
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