Walking Past The Wind

First up, I want to wish Tom a happy birthday. Gina and Amy orchestrated a massive surprise dinner for him at the Boston Beanery, where about 12 of us waited on them to walk in. Gina made a Superman cake, which you can also see on Tom's site. It was quite delicious. All in all, it was a fun evening on the town tonight.

Don't you like the days when you seem to be hitting everything on all cylinders? Especially when those same days involve you being lazy up till the last possible minute and still getting everywhere on time. Let's do a play-by-play. Today, I had a preliminary interview with UPS at 11:15. I decided to drive to campus, a risky but time-saving maneuver, but only if I could find an empty metered spot. You see, I don't have an on-campus parking pass, so that severely limits the spaces where I can park.

At any rate, I narrowly found a parking space before I had to go to plan B and park in a lot that was too far away. I put enough change in the meter to last for an hour and a half, and arrived at my interview spot with five minutes to spare. It turns out my interview started pretty late, so I didn't even have to worry that much. I was starting to sweat that I was going to run out of time on my meter, however, so that added an element of conflict and tension to the whole plot. My interview went well, though, and I ultimately returned to my car just as the meter ticked down to zero. Brilliant! I grabbed a quick lunch, made it back to Wesley and changed, and walked to class to get there right on time. It was definitely one of those days where just a tiny bit of unfortunate timing or bad luck could make the whole day awful, but since none of that happened, it was okay.

This weekend looks like it'll be fun. We've got another I-name hurricane remnant blowing through town soon, almost a year to the day after Isabel hit us during the Texas A&M football game. We'll be in a similar situation for Duke in a couple of days. Go Hokies! We already know how to play in a hurricane.

(In all seriousness, though, my heart does go out to everyone who's been in the path of this year's storms. I can't imagine what it'd be like to have to come back to the damage and destruction.)