Spring Break
First off. I I thought Bozeman was gorgeous. Well, the view at least. The thousands of houses in subdivisions and a mile from town I could do without. The mountains, the blue sky, the rivers, and every thing else, though--beautiful. You were right, crazyaznfool .
The flight there was a recipe for disaster. There were 5 children within 12 feet of me all under the age of 11. Terrible on paper. However, throw in 6 DS's (mine included) and Mario Kart, and you have the makings of a decent trip. One of the kiddos actually tapped me on the shoulder while I was playing CrossworDS and asked me very politely if I wanted to play Mario Kart. I obliged and repeatedly won races. It was a steady half-hour of ass kicking before they switched games. I was satisfied.
Upon arriving in Bozeman, Erika picked me up and drove me back to her house. We spent a total of 20 minutes there before heading out on a 3-legged bar crawl. Epic. Attached co-ed teams raced through 8 Bozeman bars drinking a beer and a shot at each. The rules were simple; one beer and one shot per team had to be consumed before moving to the next bar, and the only reason to unattach was the bathroom (though discouraged as this was a race). After the last bar, all competitors ordered a drink, then moved back to a previous venue to spend the rest of the night. I would like East Lansing bars to take a hint from Bozeman and reject cover charges so events like this can take place.
I spent the rest of the week hiking, being lazy, and enjoying the scenery and the accompanying lack of responsibility. It was a good trip.
Easter at the Zagata house, as always, was a riot. Shot Monopoly was played and we even broke out the twenty-ish year old bottle of Oaxacan Mezcal. (Think pale yellow with a disintigrating worm in the bottom...) It was as awful as it looks. On a more festive note, ask happyella where she found her Easter basket.
I'm finally back to the grind, and mere weeks away from completing my student teaching. I feel less and less like an intern every day and more like a real teacher. Getting there...
The flight there was a recipe for disaster. There were 5 children within 12 feet of me all under the age of 11. Terrible on paper. However, throw in 6 DS's (mine included) and Mario Kart, and you have the makings of a decent trip. One of the kiddos actually tapped me on the shoulder while I was playing CrossworDS and asked me very politely if I wanted to play Mario Kart. I obliged and repeatedly won races. It was a steady half-hour of ass kicking before they switched games. I was satisfied.
Upon arriving in Bozeman, Erika picked me up and drove me back to her house. We spent a total of 20 minutes there before heading out on a 3-legged bar crawl. Epic. Attached co-ed teams raced through 8 Bozeman bars drinking a beer and a shot at each. The rules were simple; one beer and one shot per team had to be consumed before moving to the next bar, and the only reason to unattach was the bathroom (though discouraged as this was a race). After the last bar, all competitors ordered a drink, then moved back to a previous venue to spend the rest of the night. I would like East Lansing bars to take a hint from Bozeman and reject cover charges so events like this can take place.
I spent the rest of the week hiking, being lazy, and enjoying the scenery and the accompanying lack of responsibility. It was a good trip.
Easter at the Zagata house, as always, was a riot. Shot Monopoly was played and we even broke out the twenty-ish year old bottle of Oaxacan Mezcal. (Think pale yellow with a disintigrating worm in the bottom...) It was as awful as it looks. On a more festive note, ask happyella where she found her Easter basket.
I'm finally back to the grind, and mere weeks away from completing my student teaching. I feel less and less like an intern every day and more like a real teacher. Getting there...