Back to School

A few weeks ago I signed up for an informational session of the MBA program at the University of St. Thomas in Minneapolis.  Today, my Outlook notified me at noon I had the 5:30 appointment.

Work is rocking right now and didn't even feel like I lifted my head above my keyboard for more than a sporadic 20 minutes throughout the day, so I didn't surprise myself when I looked at clock after emerging from one of the conference rooms and it was 5:45.

After walking ten blocks, going into the wrong building, finally finding the correct room only to find a Sharpie note stuck to the outside - "Info meeting in 127 moved to 332" - I figured it was a miracle I made it to the meeting at all.

I caught about 20 minutes of discussion from, what I'm assuming, was one of the MBA administration people.  My timing was impeccable, as the PowerPoint seagueway was "Preparing for Your Time Commitment."

More questions were left than answers as I walked out with the customary ugly folder and information packet.  I proceeded toward an exit, with my thoughts on the impending bus ride.  I immediately knew I had taken an incorrect stairwell, because as the door closed behind me I heard a heavy click.  I spent the next five minutes figuring out which door wouldn't set off the fire alarm.

Wrong building.  Late for class.  Locked in stairwell.  And a bus ride.

Sounds like I'm signing up to be a freshman again.

 

 

Nine Days Until Festaroon

Nine days until The Bike Bar touches down in Portland for the adventure trip of the season.

Planning our two-wheeled pony retreat, we kicked around the idea of having it coincide with one of the major beer festivals. Due to scheduling, we picked a weekend and figured we would postulate our own beer tour if something did not arise.

Friends. Something is a-rose-ing.

What's better than riding bicycles and drinking beer?

Bicycles and organized beer drinking.

The Oregon Brewers Guild is hosting its 2009 Barleywine Festaroon at the Lucky Labrador Beer Hall, in Northwest Portland.

A 36 beer list will attempt to make jovial friends with the members of The Bike Bar.  We, in turn, will welcome them with a smile and extend a gentlemanly handshake.

...and then call each beer a cowardly cheat, challenging it to a leg-wrestling match.

I've got my money on Andrew pulling favorites.

He has cankles.

Living with a Woman

1. Little shampoo bottles

2. Tucked in sheets

3. Pet cats

4. Tea candles

5. Everything is plural

The John (Like Me, But Vile)

Toilet seats should have handles.

Don't you think?

That is a functional piece of design that is missing from those fixtures.

Random thought of the day.

Happy Soul Day

Save the Date

I'm lobbying to have this be our "Save the Date."



I'm thinking self-mailer? Regardless, Aly has to make the logo bigger.

Copy:

John text bubble: Are we really doing this?

Aly text bubble: Oh, we're doing this.

aughst twnght negthsd (August 22nd)

Attended my semi-annual dental visit today.

Why does the dentist always ask you questions while they have metals tools jammed in your mouth?

"Oh, you're getting married?  How's the planning coming along?"

"mugh, aehg ahi ahgh."

"That sounds nice.  When is the big day?"

"aughst twnght negthsd"

"How exciting, I'm so happy for you two.  Well.  You have one cavity.  See you back here in two weeks."