What do you do all day?...

the other day cathy and i were having one of our 4 hour gchat conversations from Sweetwaters when she said "i want to see this sweetwaters. what do you do all day? you should do a 'day in the life' feature' where you take pictures of various aspects of your day. So in honor of Cathy, a lowly city worker, who longs for travel, i give you this

A day in the life of a grad student...
We begin with a Thursday night, which is really when my week begins as it is when i can officially start the excess.

At Ozan's house me, him, kevin, and o's girlfriend smoked hooka and had a really intense conversation about the problem with minorities in america. I mean it was DEEP! a higher ed phd, a history phd, a african studies phd, and a psych phd discussing race in america. I know, you are jealous.
ozan and his awesomely bejewelled hookah. I remember asking him if he had bought it in turkey since he is turkish. he was like "no i bought it in dearborn." So not the same thing!

Kevin is really into talking about this rhapsody music program that he pays for monthly which we all think is dumb. Anyways he opened up rhapsody and we started listening to some lionel ritchie, "all night long" which is a REALLY good song.
kebbbbbyyyyyne sings da lie-ooooo-nelll
the rest of the night is lost, as far as pictures go mainly because when i'm drunk i forget to take pictures and also because the "underground lounge" that we drink at is too dark and smokey to get any good shots. So let's flashforward 3 hours later. Things that occurred that night was that Wendy told Hugo she loved him so he started buying rounds. I am always up for free drinks so proceeded to drink to the point of excess (i'd say about 8 really strong gimlets) and then nishi's professor kind of invited himself along to the bar and somehow i ended up chatting it up with him. I really should have stopped talking since i was really really drink but apparently he's a big wig and claims that he is going ot get fernando and me prime offices in the psych dept. that is yet to be determined.

so mainy drinks later we ended up and nishi's with this

goddamn the power of the taco bell mexi melt!!
Why is it that when you ask for hot sauce at taco bell THIS always happens
like really, HOW MUCH FIRE SAUCE DO I NEED!!

Everything got hazy there but there was some drunken texting, calling, and iming which is never a good thing. friends don't let friends im while drunk, but alas, i was alone that night so noone was there to stop me

the next morning i woke up hung over as all fuck. this was bad. this may have been the first hangover since new years 2006. I lay in bed for a few hours with the taste of stale liquor on my tongue, at about 11:45 i started wailing "WHY!!! WRETCHED!" but then i realized that there was free food being offered at the psych dept holiday party and a grad student can never not attend an event with free food. So i rolled out of bed to this mess...
ugh my room after a night of drinking, utter disaray. Papers and bills strewn about, my bathroom with various makeupd and hair products, boots that were flung off in despair, and my fanny pack from the pinata costume. blah, just blah.

I mustered up the energy to dress myself in a mildly festive outfit (does neon green count?) and then headed to the psych dept.

my walk is made up of this
lots of dead trees. exciting, i know.

I live in this small area called kerrytown which is just a bunch of old houses, a jewish deli, and a farmers market, but ti's close to downtown so it's good for stumbling home drunk
kerrytown!!

15 minutes later, i thought i was going to passout at least 5 times but i finally made it to the psych dept
at what a glorious dept it is! the glorious east hall! free food awaits!

I met up with Nishi, and we both gave a mutual moan of wretchedness as we lamented "why did we drink so much last night!" this hungover led to lots of indecisiveness as far as what beverages we thought would not makes us vomit. Egg nog? holiday punch? sprite? coffee? tea?
Nishi opted for a bit of double fisting action as we waited in line for the free food which ended up being deep fried smorgesborg of crap cakes, veggies sticks, and other midwestern delicacies.

as i said before our indecisiveness and general blahness led to us sampling every drink there was to offer
note a half eaten egg roll and crab cake. about an hour later i would majorly regret this meal.

Hey look! it's some old guy who i'm sure is a world famous psychologist!!
our failed attempts at being social turned into us just staring blankly as nishi is doing in teh above shot so we decided to call it a day and head to our relative homes for naps.

my walk home usually takes place down state street which looks like this
it reminds me of what capeside in dawson's creek must have been like.

Hey look!! There's dawson and Joey waiitng in line at the Rialto to see some old movie!! awesome!

the walk continues and then i end up on main street which is a little more lively adn a lot less full of ugg wearing undergrads
downtown ann arbor...A mixture of palo alto with a little bit more originality and berkeley with a little less pot and homelessness. Yes, this is my local stomping ground.

around the corner from my house is the equivalent of the castro in ann arbor (probably in all of michigan). The local gay street. it's relaly more of a corner.
this gay "haven," known as braun court consists of a gay bar, a gay bookshop, a gay thai restaurant, and 2 gay abandoned buildings. watch out badlands and the cafe!

I got home, got in bed and woke up 5 hours later with a strong desire for food. i ate, packed and went back to bed, hangover from hell.

and thus ended a day and a half in my life. exciting, right? next feature we'll have cathy showing us what a day in the life of a city employee is like. i can't wait! If any of you would like me to publish a day in your life just let me know.