back representin in tha C-U
the drive home was long and hot, but not too bad. most of the hotels in Richmond, Indiana were full because of some skeet-shooting event, so i had to stay at a Super 8 with an air conditioner that smelled like cat piss. i watched a horrible Mark Wahlberg movie called Rock Star and came to a simple conclusion: being a rock star is a great excuse to be an undirected, unkempt, unintelligent, and generally unsavory person, all while getting paid hansomely for the task.
the drive started out slow — you know how sometimes you can’t get into that mindless driving mode? well i was having trouble. i stopped at a rest stop and got me a bottle of the best sports drink, period: Powerade Arctic Shatter. got back on the road, but i was still in sleepy mode, so i stopped off after another two hours and had dinner at Bob Evans, an old favorite. i was probably the only diner in there under 50, but no matter. Bob left me feeling refreshed and ready to go, and the rest of my drive on Saturday went well.
got up today, got breakfast, got gas, got me another one of them Arctic Shatters, and got on the road. it was a quick drive from Richmond — about 3 hours back to Champaign — which brought the grand total (excluding stops) to 11 hours or so (maybe a bit more). considering it’s supposed to take 14, i think i did pretty well. i guess the old piggyback-on-the-person-going-90mph technique worked well.
if i were to sum up the trip to Bryn Athyn in one word, it’d be productive. i got a lot done for the Office of Ed, got some stuff done on SWET, and socialized quite a bit. all in all, quite a successful trip.
and that’s it. i’m back in Champaign for about 2 weeks, and then i’ll be up in Evanston.
porn vs. terrorism: only in America, baby.
must i always have a meaningful subject?
my primary observation on being back in Champaign-Urbana, Illinois? people here drive slowly. anyway, i went to dinner at Famous Dave’s with my Dad and Cindy (my stepmom) tonight. the best part of the dinner came after we’d finished and were just sitting there talking.
Cindy: When does Celine Dion start performing in Vegas?
Dad: I could care less. I don’t even know who that is.
see? i’m a chip off the old block. also, Ryan would like to offer his Three Principles of Cheesesteak as a complement to my earlier post on the subject. here goes:
- If it says “Philly cheesesteak,” it’s probably not a Philly cheesesteak.
- If a waiter or waitress brings it to you, it’s probably not a Philly cheesesteak.
- If the floor of the establishment is really clean, it’s probably not a Philly cheesesteak.