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I've recently started working Saturdays, during the UW Badger football games which, for lack of a better word, or rather, for lack of a more perfect word, are insane. People come in from all over the state, and out-of-state for these games - not to mention a majority of the 40,000 UW students who all descend upon the area surrounding the stadium and clog the streets and parking lots with red and rowdy drunken antics.
Driving them around is great. Trying to not run them over when they drunkenly cross the street against the light, yeah, not so fun. The tips are great (I usually make three times the tips I make on a regular weekday) and the energy of a massive celebration is infectious. I wish there was a home game every Saturday. Ok, almost.
Yesterday, after work, Jacquelyn and I went to the Great Dane and quickly devoured some three-alarm buffalo wings and the Bard's Sampler, which consisted of skewers of marinated and grilled jumbo shrimp around homemade chorizo sausage, served with an assortment of fresh mozzarella and vegetables. We drank quite a bit of their crop-circle wheat beer, which is probably my favorite beer of all time. We had to hurry because we had to be at The Bartell to see Art at 8:00.
It is a required performance for my Drama class and tomorrow I have to write a critique of the play. My teacher was the director for this show and I have to say it was really well done. The play, from what the interwebz tell me, is widely accepted as excellent, and the actors were intense and genuine. The theatre was small, only 72 seats, so it was hard to be disconnected and objective, being so close to the actors. This works to its advantage because the play revolves around three friends, discussing an all-white painting. The setting is primarily one character's apartment, so there isn't a lot of action or scene changes to grab your attention. The actors really needed you to be close and involved as an audience member.
Afterwards, we grabbed a piece of cake and a latte at Michaelangelo's just before catching the last bus home. Almost every person we saw on the way home was arguing or ranting into a cell phone. We decided there must be something in the air, or in the stars and when we got off the bus, there were something like five or six police cars at the house just down the street from us. It was hard to tell what was going on because no one seemed to be out. Odd indeed.
After four months of bicycling at the very least, thirteen miles a day, four days a week, plus whatever I do on my days off, I have finally started to lose weight. Ten pounds so far. I haven't really altered my diet at all ( not that my diet is really bad or anything), so this all seems to be stemming purely from an increase in physical activity. Another advantage is that I've also stopped getting as many headaches and it's a lot easier to get up in the morning. I actually feel kind of odd, like I'm forgetting something, if I don't get out and bicycle at least once a day. The best advantage, methinks, is that I now have zero transportation costs. I get a free bus pass through school and I bike, so I actually spend nothing to get around. My mobility is a little limited, but I think it's definitely worth it to not know what the gas price is. Oh yes, I've been car-free for over a year now.
I was feeling good and skinny today and snapped a photo this morning:
Okay, I'm off to bed, dear reader. Tomorrow is a long day or reading, writing, cleaning, and procrastinating.
Driving them around is great. Trying to not run them over when they drunkenly cross the street against the light, yeah, not so fun. The tips are great (I usually make three times the tips I make on a regular weekday) and the energy of a massive celebration is infectious. I wish there was a home game every Saturday. Ok, almost.
Yesterday, after work, Jacquelyn and I went to the Great Dane and quickly devoured some three-alarm buffalo wings and the Bard's Sampler, which consisted of skewers of marinated and grilled jumbo shrimp around homemade chorizo sausage, served with an assortment of fresh mozzarella and vegetables. We drank quite a bit of their crop-circle wheat beer, which is probably my favorite beer of all time. We had to hurry because we had to be at The Bartell to see Art at 8:00.
It is a required performance for my Drama class and tomorrow I have to write a critique of the play. My teacher was the director for this show and I have to say it was really well done. The play, from what the interwebz tell me, is widely accepted as excellent, and the actors were intense and genuine. The theatre was small, only 72 seats, so it was hard to be disconnected and objective, being so close to the actors. This works to its advantage because the play revolves around three friends, discussing an all-white painting. The setting is primarily one character's apartment, so there isn't a lot of action or scene changes to grab your attention. The actors really needed you to be close and involved as an audience member.
Afterwards, we grabbed a piece of cake and a latte at Michaelangelo's just before catching the last bus home. Almost every person we saw on the way home was arguing or ranting into a cell phone. We decided there must be something in the air, or in the stars and when we got off the bus, there were something like five or six police cars at the house just down the street from us. It was hard to tell what was going on because no one seemed to be out. Odd indeed.
After four months of bicycling at the very least, thirteen miles a day, four days a week, plus whatever I do on my days off, I have finally started to lose weight. Ten pounds so far. I haven't really altered my diet at all ( not that my diet is really bad or anything), so this all seems to be stemming purely from an increase in physical activity. Another advantage is that I've also stopped getting as many headaches and it's a lot easier to get up in the morning. I actually feel kind of odd, like I'm forgetting something, if I don't get out and bicycle at least once a day. The best advantage, methinks, is that I now have zero transportation costs. I get a free bus pass through school and I bike, so I actually spend nothing to get around. My mobility is a little limited, but I think it's definitely worth it to not know what the gas price is. Oh yes, I've been car-free for over a year now.
I was feeling good and skinny today and snapped a photo this morning:
Okay, I'm off to bed, dear reader. Tomorrow is a long day or reading, writing, cleaning, and procrastinating.
