Life After Connecticut College

....Despite my rumblin' tummy and dizzy dome, I made it in to work on time like a trooper. It became clear after my fourth trip to the bathroom in 30 minutes, however, that this might be an opportune moment to use my first-ever Official Connecticut College Staff Member Sick Day (which come individually packaged in a protective vacuum-sealed mylar sheath to ensure their longevity). I was hesitant to take the day off not only because I didn't want to get behind in work but also because my roommate and fellow homeopathic therapy enthusiast Mitch "Tell Me Where It" Herz has never taken a sick day in his 1.5-year career at the College (keep in mind that he's from the Midwest, where no one believes in illness). Upon reflection later in the day, it was definitely clear that heading home and resting was definitely the right decision (and by "reflection" I mean seeing my ghastly white countenance in my bathroom mirror).

I very much needed that extra rest for the Welcome to Florida show up in Boston last night. To be sure, there were a few moments on stage where I felt that Wes might need to take an extended guitar cadenza to cover for me while I snuck over to the rest facilities, but I ended up making it through the show without incident (much love to Tums for making it all possible). The show actually went pretty well, and of course there were several Camels in the crowd, including the lovely and talented Jaime "California Love" Pepper '07 and equally lovely and talented Dalin "Maine Squeeze" Chan '07 (they're both very proud of their home states, which is weird because neither is from New Hampshire). Last night was also the premiere of our new t-shirts, which will be available at our future shows and in Target stores starting this summer. All of you New Yorkers out there should come see us tomorrow night at the Knitting Factory!

Okay, now that the shameless plugs (great name for a hair restoration company) are out of the way, I should wish everybody a happy SPRING BREAK!!! Bee-yaw! I won't be getting the full two weeks that the students do, but we do get out at 4:00 everyday while the students are gone, and I'm told that the general vibe around the office is pretty laid back (probably because we'll be bringing in a fresh keg for the office to share on a daily basis). I've polled a few students, and none that I've talked to plan on going to Cancun; don't these kids have any sense of tradition? Like any responsible college senior, I went to Las Vegas for 10 days and 13 nights last spring break, and from what I remember it was a lot of fun! Actually, there was a lot more to do out there than I had expected; we spent one day, for example, trying our collective hand at an emerging extreme sport called Sandball, which is pretty much just a combination of volleyball, golf, and dying of thirst in the middle of the desert (there was more of an emphasis on the "extreme" than on the "sport" if you ask me).

Tonight I'm thinking about just taking it easy because I didn't get to bed until 3:00 last night, but since notorious partyist Nate "Better Nate Than Never" Staub '05 is in town, something tells that may not be an option. Hopefully I'll at least have a chance to catch up on last night's episode of Lost before things get too rowdy.

Live update: I'm writing this post on either side of my lunch break (I'm currently on the latter half), and during that hour I went over to the dry cleaner to pick up a couple things and to get fitted for an alteration on one of my suits. I bought this particular suit about two years ago and never bothered to get it tailored because it almost fit perfectly right off the rack, however I've recently received a few comments that the jacket was a little boxy on me and could stand to be taken in. Anyway, I get there and the seamstress (who I swear to God was a gypsy) asks me to put the jacket on so she can check it out. As soon as I'm in it, she grimaces and says, "Are you sure you really want me to take this in?" (add in a gypsy accent in your mind's ear), to which I replied, "Uhh, yeah, I think so" (also add in a lack of confidence in my voice). Perplexed, I looked at the guy behind me in line to see what his reaction was, but he just pursed his lips and shook his head. In other words, a woman to whom I was trying to give business and some guy who I just wanted to back me up pretty much called me fat to my face. Regardless, I decided to have her make the adjustments and will be picking up my slightly slimmer suit coat on Tuesday; I will also be hitting the gym everyday between now and then so that my apparently portly gut doesn't bust a button.

Well, that about does it for this post. Have a great weekend y'all!