-I’m saying it. I don’t think NYC Marathon is happing. As a matter of fact, NYRR just should call the fall racing season a wash. That said, I would not mind a spring NYC Marathon, but I realize that the logistics of postponing a marathon of this magnitude would be a nightmare.
-#WFH. It looks like my office will not open before July 15.
-Not sure how much of this quarantine I can take. Well, I don’t mind working from home, but not really being able to do anything socially is the annoying part. Y’all know that I do enjoy a nice brunch and general late weeknight slorin’. Also, y’all know that my pessimistic a** will continue social physical distancing until Feb. 2021 because we have a couple more of these COVID-19 infections coming our way.
-Why would Mel’s do this to me?
Although my Bday is June 25th, there’s no that this bar will be open by that date. That said, $40 for a 4-hour all you can drink is a pretty damn good deal. 🤷🏿♂️ The bar probably sent this because they know there’s no way that they’ll be able to honor the deal. Sneaky, sneaky.
-Or just anything in general during this quarantine.
-I’m glad (I think) that my back is fine. It does feel nice not to fear sneezing. However, I am a bit scared to start running again because it seems like I get an injury every time that I get into a nice running groove. It does feel nice not to fear sneezing.
-Oh yeah. Last week was the 9 year anniversary of my hooding ceremony.
Looking back at this, I wish that I was not “too cool for school” and purchased the damn digital pics of the event. The picture above is one of the proofs. Actually, I think my parents did buy a package. I’ll have to check on that.
An LOL at the hooding ceremony. NYU hosted a little breakfast before the ceremony for the PhD and MS/MA folks who were getting their hoods. At first, I was not going to attend bc the breakfast was at 8:30 am and figured that breakfast was going to be bagels, pastries, stale a** coffee, and watered down a** juice. Oh boy, was I surprised when I arrived at Lincoln Center for the breakfast. By “breakfast”, NYU meant COCKTAILS . . . at 8:30 am. They were serving champagne, mimosas, screwdrivers, and bellinis. Although I’m a bit of a lush, I will say that the quiches and crabcakes were pretty tasty. Also, the bartenders had very HEAVY pours for the booze. No wonder NYU is considered the party school of the elite NY schools. I got my drank on . . . at 9am. After receiving my doctoral hood, here was my internal dialogue
Me {After receiving my hood}: I gotta pee. Ok, my last name starts with the letter O, and they are announcing S’s so we should be done soon.
Me {again}: F*CK! Thy still have to hood all of the MS/MA folks.
{Looks back and sees a sea of folks in purple waiting to be hooded}
Me: Why did I have all of those damn screwdrivers before this thing?
Me {random}: Where will my family and I have lunch after this thing? I guess I can distract myself from peeing by finding a decent restaurant on the Open Table app that will accept last-minute lunch reservations for a party of 10.
Let’s just say that I could not WAIT until the 3 hr ceremony was over because homeboy had to p*ss like nobody’s business. Then, finding the stupid restroom was a whole ordeal.
-I wonder if I should show up to my Zoom meetings like this?
- The epitome of over it.
What randomness are y’all up to?
