Hello friends! I’m fortunately not awake yet because my wise former self scheduled a day of PTO to rest after a degenerates’ weekend with my college friends in Ann Arbor. So this is the best Monday I’ve had in a while. In case you’d like to start yours off by listening to me talk about myself on the internet, please follow the jump.
We started with dinner and drinks at the Pretzel Bell on Main St. once everyone had gotten into town. I just can’t make myself eat chicken very much anymore, so I ordered a giant steak.
We went to a couple bars on Main St. near the restaurant afterward…
…and spent the last hour of the night at our favorite undergraduate establishment, Rick’s. It’s in a poorly lit basement and the drink of choice is a cheap Long Island in a bowl with a bunch of neon straws thrown in for sharing, to give you an idea of the atmosphere.
Once Rick’s closed we went across the street to Pizza House, where I’m sure the staff was happy to have us. Dan thought he’d lost his feet for a while (he took his shoes off), but luckily found them by the time we left.
We spent most of the day on our friend’s boat on Lake St. Clair.
The guys wore their best Hawaiian shirts and jorts.
I don’t have any pictures, but we had dinner at the Redhawk that night, which is one of my favorite restaurants in Ann Arbor. I used to go there with my College Republican friends all the time because it’s quiet, you can usually get a table right away, and the food is great.
We ran the Dexter-Ann Arbor 10K in the morning in honor of our friend and roommate Jamie, who passed away while we were in school. She probably would have flaked on this run (a girl after my own heart), but I’m so glad we still get together for it each year. The best part of the course is that the last half mile is straight up a hill. I tried unsuccessfully not to whine about how we were “sprinting” up it. Sorry, guys.
After that we had brunch at Cafe Zola, a French restaurant a couple blocks from the finish line.
I spent the rest of the day at my parents’ house watching Keeping Up With the Kardashians and eating chunks of watermelon with my fingers. My TV is “broken” and Adam hasn’t been to Columbus to fix it in a couple months, so I’m limited to Netflix at the moment. Last time he literally plugged in a cord that my cat had knocked loose, so here’s hoping there’s a simple fix.