The First night of Halloween, this one at Club Envy in Philly. Vaguely a party for Delta Chapter, more like a random night clubbing where we somehow ended up with a portion of the door money.
Highlights include the group of friends dressed as the entire cast from the Wizard of Oz and the ironic couples such as cop and robber and angel and devil.
Plus the break dancers and girls in thongs. Still, I don’t think you’ll ever catch me back at Envy.
In typical Drexel fashion, the ongoing problem of school spirit was solved by purchasing a big bronze dragon and dropping it onto the busiest corner of our campus. Aside from being massive and somewhat out-of-place, this statue is the ugliest thing ever! I don’t even want to say anything else about it.
A random night at 4400 with Erik and Karen (Damian’s Wife) and daughter Sofie.
So after a brief sex ed seminar, off to UPenn for a step exhibition of sorts from Ariel and Omar. Photos with members of CUS and KAY.
So I haven’t been keeping up with my weblog. Oops. I sit in front of a computer all day, perfectly capable of uploading my current random thoughts, but I don’t. Then again, it is work. I come home and the first thing I do is fire up my computer and get after it, so to speak. I carry my camera with me every day and yet I hardly ever take pictures. True, there is nothing -that- interesting around, but I really should take more. I actually have a bunch I need to upload such as Pudding Wrestling and Times Square photos. I go dancing a lot and never take pictures. I suck. Man, I’m tired.
On a swing dancing adventure with Stephanie Fox. Times Square at night in all its glory. Packed with tourists and portrait-sketchers, and just people who are trying to get around or have a decent bite to eat on 46th street.
Alpha Pi Lambda couldn’t afford jell-o. Or maybe they were out. Either way, the supposed jell-o wrestling event became one of pudding wrestling. No comment.
I will never truly understand why girls, who are so prudent to stand next to a dirty wall, for fear of smudging themselves, will jump into a vat of pudding for no apparent reason. Expect perhaps for attention.
*rolls eyes*
As October begins, I have taken a step back from my ultra-busy existence to realize that things are pretty good as of now. Our team is doing well, I started a new job, which so far is great, and for some reasons, its still summer. But all that will change now that I have jinxed it. I have been victim to some of the most random events ever known to man in the past few weeks…
“Wanna join the Cheerleading team? its good money.”
This is not even a new thing; for some reason, girls always try to get me to join the cheerleading team. Maybe its because I am athlete and a male, but too me theres something more. I refuse to think they badger every male athlete on campus, with the ploy of money no less, and only get 2 or 3 guys out there throwing girls 30 feet into the air. Personally, I hate cheerleaders, they annoyed me when I was in high school and now at University, they are just more theatrical, same nonsense. Rob Li is a cheerleader though, he seems to enjoy it, funny enough. The thing about cheerleaders, as much as they may annoy, you can’t help but look, I suppose that’s their function.
“Please go tomorrow and meet the Ambassador from Cuba”
Cuba has an ambassador? Well, sorta. Officially, he is not an ambassador since Cuba does not have an embassy in US Soil but he is the Chief Executive Minister of Foreign Affairs to the United States (or some nonsense title like that) and he is resident on Swiss soil at their Embassy in Washington. I had dinner with him the other night, it was an experience. Me and two of my Fraternity brothers sitting at a table in the White Dog Cafe listening to about an hour of latino-interest America-bashing. I can’t say I disagree with all of it though, there really is a thick cloud of lies that still hang over Cuba, but why? No one really knows, and if they do, they just don’t feel like telling us. I think its a total pride thing and has nothing to do with Communism or trade. Peter once proposed that the whole Cuba deal has something to do with the Kennedy Assassination, that could be. It could also be that we are still sore at them for trying to destroy the world with those missiles 40 years ago (this week), either way, it was cool to meet some big wig political activists. I totally felt like Elisa Doolittle, (How do you do, your Excellency.) I didn’t actually say that, a simple Mucho Gusto seemed to work, especially since my Spanish is not perfect enough to talk politics.
I didn’t take any pictures because of some crazy State Department regulations. I think I will just leave that one alone…
“We need more Halos”
This one is recent, mostly because I can’t remember some of the older ones, but today my boss comes to me and looks at something I was working on and remarks how we need more Halos. After a series of swooshing sounds and hand motions, I kinda figured out what she meant. So what is this notable? Well, just think about the last time someone used the world Halo in a sentence, its not a conversational word and its not a graphic design word. Ok, that wasn’t so good…
I need lunch.