I met Kevin (av8rdude) and Kurt for breakfast at Finch's, which we all haven't been to in some time. Right after we ordered, Kevin and Kurt's friends Carl and Jay called to tell us they'd decide to join us after all. (Evidently, last night they had decided not to.)
I went out to the main dining area to check on their sanitation rating, which is a running joke with us and the place. At first I saw the number 49, and then read that that was the maximum occupancy number. The sanitation grade was actually 91—the highest I'm sure they've ever had.
When we first started coming there, it was in the mid-70s. It had gotten to the point that the only way they could improve was by doing "aesthetic" things, like replacing the carpet, and replacing the sinks—which had square corners (crud collection points!), for ones with rounded corners.
With all that said, after Kurt took a sip of his water, he held up the glass and said, "I don't have lipstick on today." Yet, alas, there were some lipstick marks on the rim of his glass.
Shortly after that, I found an eyelash on my plate, right between the omelet and my hash browns.
Kurt said, "Great. We're building a drag queen from the crap in our plates. Kevin, you got any fingernails in your food?"
Bless that place's mess.
I worked the rest of the afternoon from Helios.
At home late afternoon, I found my amazon.com delivery, about which I had mixed emotions—glad I didn't have to run to the post office to get it since I missed the delivery, but not overly thrilled with the package being left in front of my door at this time of the year.
Verbal Data Analysis class tonight was e-x-c-r-u-c-i-a-t-i-n-g. Statistics. Awl of it. Tedious.
After class, I stopped by Helios, where I found the place teeming with bluegrass music and its fans—unfortunately one of which I'm not.
I sat at the bar, and devised this blog entry. Nate, who's in both of my classes this semester met some friends there, and we said hello.
I'm leaving shortly to meet Kevin (av8rdude) and Kurt at Flex for scareyoke.