I worked for a few hours in our new Service-Learning office.
I met E-Ching, Sarah, Myra, Alissa, Patti, Elizabeth, Erin, Gregor at Southpoint where we all went to see:
My favorite display was one on the nervous system. The first glance appeared alien-like, but once I realized what it was, it was just the coolest thing to me.
As just about everyone who has seen this exhibit has said, my sentiments are the same: see it.
In terms of the display placards, everything was fine until we got to the very last room of the exhibit, which by the time I left it, I had dubbed, “The Typo Room.”
One sentence in one paragraph on one of the placards had the word “the” repeated in a sentence, something like, “…in the the heart…”
On another placard in that room, there were two typos, both spacing problems—two words jammed together in two different places.
We were all able to eat afterwards and did so at The Cheesecake Factory, where I had a Shrimp and Bacon Club Sandwich.
Whenever Elizabeth and Alissa asked Erin how she knew me she said, “Oh he almost got me thrown out of grad school.”
She went on to tell them, and remind me, of how much fun we had in ENG 512, cutting up in notes back and forth to one another, and then Susan Katz’s comment at the defenses at the end of that year.
Erin and I were sitting next to each other laughing, and Susan said to us, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you two sitting next to each when you weren’t laughing.” Which, of course, just cracked us up even more.
I got a slice of White Chocolate and Caramel Latte Cheesecake to go, of which I ate half later in the day. It was alright, but I like the Dulce de Leche one better.
I went to Show Tunes Night at Flex, and when I got there they were already pretty much set up for the 120 Minutes (Midnight–2:00AM), which included two guys each with a MacIntosh laptop and a big white screen set up on which to show videos.
I’ve never stayed late enough to see this event, as it’s billed as 120 Minutes: Alternative And College Radio Music And Videos, which doesn’t appeal to me at all.
However, I was there when it started this time, and just as it did, the place started filling up with a lot of straight people, and a majority of them goth folks.
One guy looked familiar, mostly due to his “chapeau” (i.e., one of those driving hats), and I went up to him and said, “Do you live on Halliwell Drive?”
It turned out to be my neighbor, two doors down.
“Are you gay?” I asked, because all this time living near him, I didn’t think he was.
“No,” he said laughing.