Foolishness
Feb. 24th, 2005 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cornerofmadnessSometimes my students are curious creatures. Yesterday I dissected an eyeball for them. three of my fear factor loving students ask 'what do they taste like?' How the hell should I know? Can we taste them. Whoa! It LOOKS like a pickling jar guys but it has FORMALDEDHYDE in it Not ham hock pickling juice. Please do NOT eat any organs you find in here and excuse me while I go sob.
Today I go in to learn how to do layering on photoshop and to make up the powerpoint part for the test on monday which lead to going to the bar. 5 hours, one pizza, one drunk and two pitchers of beer later, I hit the streets (after about an hour or so of not drinking so I can actually drive). It's now snowing and the roads are like a glazed donut.
So now if I were smart I would have just drove myself to the nearby Econolodge and paid for some cable tv and a warm place to sleep. No, I decide to do the 30 miles back home. Dodging bambi. on roads where there are no tire tracks but the ones I'm forging. Some days I'm not so bright.
However the bar folk have given me plenty of story material for later. One kept hugging me. I dont' like to be touched much but I figured this was not the place to pick that battle. Last thing he says as he goes to leave (the wife left about 15 minutes before), grabs me and says 'you have great breasts (actually I sort of do)" backs off then says, "excuse me I'm hard." Thought my boss was going to fall off his stool laughing. We tell him to go after his wife. He pouts and says 'soft.' Then I almost fell off the stool laughing. I need to hang out in bars more...or less, I'm not sure which.
from aaronlisa
Today I go in to learn how to do layering on photoshop and to make up the powerpoint part for the test on monday which lead to going to the bar. 5 hours, one pizza, one drunk and two pitchers of beer later, I hit the streets (after about an hour or so of not drinking so I can actually drive). It's now snowing and the roads are like a glazed donut.
So now if I were smart I would have just drove myself to the nearby Econolodge and paid for some cable tv and a warm place to sleep. No, I decide to do the 30 miles back home. Dodging bambi. on roads where there are no tire tracks but the ones I'm forging. Some days I'm not so bright.
However the bar folk have given me plenty of story material for later. One kept hugging me. I dont' like to be touched much but I figured this was not the place to pick that battle. Last thing he says as he goes to leave (the wife left about 15 minutes before), grabs me and says 'you have great breasts (actually I sort of do)" backs off then says, "excuse me I'm hard." Thought my boss was going to fall off his stool laughing. We tell him to go after his wife. He pouts and says 'soft.' Then I almost fell off the stool laughing. I need to hang out in bars more...or less, I'm not sure which.
from aaronlisa
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