Juice Shoots Stinkeye in Parking Ramp for Last Time

Last night, I was walking out to my car after 8 p.m., so the ramp was fairly empty. Suddenly I see this snazzy little red sportscar zipping through the ramp. As it rounded the corner to approach the area where I was walking, I deliberately stepped out of the way to avoid getting smoked and shot the driver a super dirty look (you know the one) to let him or her know that I didn't appreciate the recklessness with which he or she was proceeding through the ramp. Imagine my delight when the car slows down...no, stops! (Shit!) and the window rolls down, and I see that the driver is the Prof I work for. Sunuvabitch! "Hi, Prof [X], um...did you get a new car?" Ug. Give me a flippin' break.

After the parking ramp debacle, I went over to -s's house. She made dinner for Matt & me, and we chilled with some wine. The purpose of the evening was to watch the tape of Thursday's PR class. Our prof was gone, so she had taped the class. Taped classes are the worst--it's the prof, just sitting at a table, reading cases and rules. We decided to watch the tape at -s's house so we could make a drinking game out of it. We took a drink whenever we saw certain tics or if she said "mm-kay" in that special way she has. We only made it through about 15 minutes of the tape. Bo-ring, and we were drinking too much.

Thanks to all of you who donated to AI for our raffle. Unfortunately, none of my peeps won. But you donated to a good cause, so don't get too bummed out. Thank you all for your support.