The Week

It wouldn't be unfair of me to say that this week was particularly awesome. I had a great time. Starting last Sunday night, Karl and Andy arrived at my humble apartment with the same plans as I had... none. So the week went by and I plowed the fields in the morning and after that, anything went. Monday started off with a bit of a sour taste. Last week my life wasn't exactly carefree and the dark clouds followed me to Monday morning when work called at 7:16am.

work:"Where are you Nate? We're worried about you. You're never late."
abruptly awoken me: "Uh... uh... I'm coming in. I'm coming in. Sorry... I'm coming in."
work: "Okay man, see you in a few."

I stumbled around my room in a half woken panic for a few seconds more before I slapped my phone closed. It was as if the clap of the cellular plastic were the fingers of a hypnotist. I suddenly woke to my senses.

"I'm not supposed to come in today... I've got the day off!"

I called back and luckely I have great friends. Clayton said it wouldn't be a problem and for me to go back to sleep. So I tried to take his advice. Easier said than done. My heart was pounding because I hate being late for work. I feel like it blemishes my character. I needed that sleep though. I went to bed at three the night prior and I had to be at work at the desk at 10. I did eventually get to sleep though, and that was the last of my discouragement this past week.

When I awoke, Karl was already awake and he went with me to work and we sat and talked for several hours. When I got off we went back to retrieve still sleeping Andy so that we could go to lunch. They wanted vibe so I took them first to SATCO and we ate outside. It was there that we ran into Sarah Dean who offered us free Hootie and the Blowfish tickets. There were only two though, so I gave them to Andy and Karl and had planned to stay back and finish doing my maintenance reports on campus. They were, after all, due two days from then and the next day was the fourth, so I didn't feel much like working then. So when we got to the ampitheater, Sarah gave them their tickets and then asked me if I'd like to stay. I had no ticket and I had work, so I politely refused, but then she pulled out a third ticket. What do I do? Do I clame the official title of "lame-ass" and refuse free Hootie tickets so that I can get my work done? Or do I stick it to the man, take the tickets, have a great time, and try to scramble the next day? I've discovered that I really like "sticking it to the man".

Tuesday was the Fourth and I still had work in the morning, but it was fine. I did it in high spirits and then went on with my maintenance reports afterwards, finishing those in less time than I originally thought. That meant we were free for the cookout at the house. Steak, burgers, dogs, you name it, we grilled it. We took Matt some because he had to work and then I showed the guys around the hotel. After that we went back to campus and played some disc. Stuffy was with us. We were playing until the firework show started which at that point we were going to go to the parking garage to view. When we got there we quickly discovered that the view wasn't going to be that great, but I knew of a potentially better place. The new science center on campus had a high balcony on the top floor. If we were to get there we could potentially have the best seats in the city. We ran, I without my shirt, to the building and rode the elevator up to the top floor. There were people there, so we went back to the floor below and Karl gave me his shirt. He thought this to be wise because I could be fired for being crazy, but the most they could do to him is ask him to leave. We went back up and from the balcony we enjoyed the show while taking part in the decorative refreshments. When the show ended a man next to me spoke up about the success and conclusion of the gathering. It was the president of the university. Andy was curious as to what was going on, and evidently we crashed a party to a high class gathering of Belmont's movers and shakers. With that knowledge Stuffy, Eric, Andy, Karl, and I went to the elevator with the president and his close friends and we all crammed in. The poor man was trying to make the best of the situation knowing that we were his students. Andy then decided that it would be a good idea to sing "You are my Sunshine" to break the awkward silence. You should have seen the looks on the people's faces. When the doors opened all of us rifraf got off and started in with Andy. We then went back to my apartment and enjoyed the private fireworks throughout the city from my apartment view.

Let me abreviate because it's getting late. Wednesday night we went to get all-you-can-eat wings and before we went to the Wooten show on 3rd and Lindsley. That's the best show in Nashville for five bucks. Last night we made sushi, and abundance of very good sushi, and then finished off the night by going to see Superman Returns. Good food, good movie. When I woke up in the morning, they were gone, but it was a great time.

Grace and Josh got here today. It's been good to hang out with them for a while. I won't hardly see them tomorrow because I'll be in class and at work for most of the day, but such is the life of a college student. We went to see the new Pirates movie which I'm still digesting right now. They also brought with them the instrument that my parents got me from China. It's called a Sanxian and I'm picking it up pretty fast. So that's life right now. I'll be pretty busy for the next week or so, but you take care. Peace and love.