Tales from the weekend that became a week

This is one of those "space filler" posts that I write because I haven't written anything for the past couple of days and I feel like I should. In talking to some old friends over the weekend, I found that many more of them are reading my humble li'l blog then I would have expected, so now I feel the pressure to keep the content coming.

So here's the problem with open-ended vacations: when you don't have a day you have to be home, and all of your research is waiting for you at home, it gets hard to actually come back. So a little 3 day break becomes a week pretty quickly. But plenty of interesting stories came from it, so that's a plus.

The CD player? Classic Wozniak story. We finally shilled out for a decent unit, and it worked for approximately 25 minutes. After I ejected the first CD I put in there, the electronic sensor became jammed making it permanently think it had a CD in it, even though it had no CD. Thus, it wouldn't take new CDs, so it became just a kind of expensive radio. So I had to go back to FD to get the box and receipt from my folks and take it back. Then we shelled out a few more bucks for a brand I've actually heard of. Now this one has lasted for 3 full days, which is pretty good. But it would probably be ridiculous of me to expect it to last for much longer.

Ended up at a house party on friday night full of people that I didn't know and the people who took me there didn't seem to notice either. But there was one gentleman there who was dressed like your standard Abercrombie & Fitch ad, but with a mohawk. When he approached our little cadre to hang out ackwardly next to us, I noted the fact that his ensemble and haircut seemed to contradict one another. Apparently, this was not the thing to say to this particular young lad, as he became quite incensed. He then took advantage of his sleeveless shirt to flex his biceps for me and inform me that I was wearing "faggot clothes" because I'm a "faggot." And he apparently didn't like my witty reply of "it doesn't make me a faggot just because I want to rip that fancy shirt off you and fuck you right now" because that caused him to take a swing at me.

Fucking kids these days!

But at least the party was broken up by the most polite police officers I've eevr met in my life. Even while I was standing in the middle of the yard urinating while drinking a 40 and then shouting "Who the hell are the new people?" they were quite polite. And even when the 3 of us drunkenly stumbled away from the party all they asked was if we were ok to drive. After I informed that them I most definately was not, they let Timmy drive, eevn though I think he drank more than me. Again, very polite cops.

But all good things must come to an end. Here I am back in Minneapolis, drinking some moonshine my friend Kete made (and taught me how to make...apparently in Mpls you can make 100 gallons a year before you need a lisence) and trying to read my research, which seems to be getting hard the more and more moonshine I drink.