Best day ever.
Did very little of any productive value at work (in fact I didn't show up until 10). Hung around for an hour and a bit, and then went to the Den to buy somedrinks for some of my students to celebrate the end of the term. Nothing like drinking before noon. One of my cuter students showed up, but not to drink...I'm pretty sure she has a crush on me. Good thing the department policy is that you can date someone so long as you have no power over their grades. Hmmm...think I need to get those final marks up...
After all this, went back to "work" for group meeting. Sat around, sobering up, and contributing very little until my boss decided that it was a good day to take off early and go for beers to celebrate the end of the term. Well, a good idea's a good idea. So while everyone was finishing up the work that they had been doing so we could leave, I decided to spend my time harrassing the ticketmaster.ca website in a hopeless search for Flames tickets. While I was doing so, my prof dropped by to tell me that I got the A+ in his course (news which elated me, but not enough to deter my attention from the ticket search). Hope springs eternal, and somehow I scored 2 tickets for the 1st game of the playoffs. Met up with Grant and Chris (who was celabrating his birthday), continued the drinking on a log by the river, before catching the game (GO FLAMES GO!). We won in overtime, and spilled out onto the Red Mile, fuelled by heroin-beer. The Gestapo, er I mean police were powerless to stop the crowd, and although the Red Mile was clearly not in full swing yet, drunkeness, nudity, and other varieties of lawlessness were in full swing. Good times. Finished off the evening at the Hop & Brew delighting in the finer selection of ales present.
Did very little of any productive value at work (in fact I didn't show up until 10). Hung around for an hour and a bit, and then went to the Den to buy somedrinks for some of my students to celebrate the end of the term. Nothing like drinking before noon. One of my cuter students showed up, but not to drink...I'm pretty sure she has a crush on me. Good thing the department policy is that you can date someone so long as you have no power over their grades. Hmmm...think I need to get those final marks up...
After all this, went back to "work" for group meeting. Sat around, sobering up, and contributing very little until my boss decided that it was a good day to take off early and go for beers to celebrate the end of the term. Well, a good idea's a good idea. So while everyone was finishing up the work that they had been doing so we could leave, I decided to spend my time harrassing the ticketmaster.ca website in a hopeless search for Flames tickets. While I was doing so, my prof dropped by to tell me that I got the A+ in his course (news which elated me, but not enough to deter my attention from the ticket search). Hope springs eternal, and somehow I scored 2 tickets for the 1st game of the playoffs. Met up with Grant and Chris (who was celabrating his birthday), continued the drinking on a log by the river, before catching the game (GO FLAMES GO!). We won in overtime, and spilled out onto the Red Mile, fuelled by heroin-beer. The Gestapo, er I mean police were powerless to stop the crowd, and although the Red Mile was clearly not in full swing yet, drunkeness, nudity, and other varieties of lawlessness were in full swing. Good times. Finished off the evening at the Hop & Brew delighting in the finer selection of ales present.