this one time, at taco bell

so, one of the worst things about grad school is responsibility... particularly in my job, where i have to, you know, set an example and enforce rules and not really have too terribly much fun. this is important to note in setting the stage for this story.

tonight, i attended a reunion for an old internship. one of the students hugged me and said, "you know, i can't get out of my head?"

"what's that?"

"that i night i saw you at taco bell."

time out.

recently, i decided it was time for a night of fun and jessica and i set out for a local concert venue. a few drinks in and we decide we're starving. out the door to the taco bell across the street. midway through taco #1, enter responsibility stage right. with every intention of playing it cool, we greet said student... and in the same breath, jessica says, "we can't lie to you. we've been drinking." coverage blown.

time in.

i can't help but laugh and maybe this is only funny to me and jessica but.... of every experience i've had with this student, the thing he can't stop thinking about is that one time, at taco bell.

it's like my gchat status... but, like, longer.

this weekend was dranksgiving... a holiday of splendor rivaled only by foxfield. several topics were debated passionately: north korea, my outstanding gchat statuses, and reasons i should start a blog.

my hesitancy is this: i'm in grad school in indiana... my life is basically a bore.

however, in conversation i said this, "something funny did happen..."

and katie interjects, "something funny always happens to you."

i suppose i'll let all of you be the judge of that.