September 11th, 2012

Towers

One quiet evening at home (210.0)

Last night, I went home and did nothing but laundry and TV, with a homemade chef salad for dinner. It's been a few weeks since I've had a chance to do that, and it might be a while before I get to do it again.

The crazy rush of opening weekend, when all the freshmen spilled onto campus, blended into the ten-day-long party that was Peter's final stretch at Pixel before he moved to Hong Kong. The bar was open every day, and I was there every day, taking pictures and absorbing just a little more of Peter's zaniness while I still could. Some of those nights were… long ones.

Just a few days later, I was off to Atlanta for Dragon*Con, where I got to see some of you and miss a couple of you. It was another outstanding weekend, and I'm really glad I mustered the resources to go. Being able to use lots of Marriott Rewards points was really what made the difference between going and not, or at least between going and having a little money to spend, and going on a granola-bar-and-beef-jerky diet. (I was reminded that the Con Suite is also a good resource for bare-bones nourishment. Did you know that if you go through at 4:30am, there are bacon and peanut butter sandwiches?) Of course, I came back with a cold -- and I don't have to wonder where it came from. At least I don't seem to have caught anything from another roommate's smallpox vaccination. (That seemed like a poor choice of timing, right before he spent the weekend with 60,000 friends in close quarters.)

OK, I guess last Wednesday I also spent a relatively quiet evening at home. It was probably my first time ever skipping Pixel Trivia when I wasn't out of town, but I felt I should keep the cold at home.

My abbreviated visit to Stephen & Teddy's Excellent Adventure, Teddy Memorial Edition, was great. I guess I hadn't been camping in two years, at least according to Foursquare and my photo library, so seeing all of these folks was long overdue. They were sorry I was only staying for one night, as was I.

That's because from the Poconos it was on to NYC, to celebrate my brother's impending nuptials with a reasonably laid-back bachelor party. (Neither he nor any of the rest of us is 22 any more, so we didn't need too much debauchery.) Dinner was at the outstanding Brooklyn Star, a southern-themed place where I think the only dish without meat on the menu was a raw kale salad, and that's only because they didn't need to sauté it in bacon fat.

Then, back to Ithaca on Sunday so I could guest host Bound for Glory, since Phil has a brain tumor. More on that in another post. This coming weekend is Age and Eva's wedding, then Homecoming, then Watkins Glen Weekend, then Josh and Jaime's wedding (I was invited pretty late, but I'm tempted to go anyway), then I think one weekend off, then Jeff and Daina's wedding.

Last night's simplicity will be fondly remembered over the course of the next several weeks.
Beer

Pubbing

I mentioned the new pub opening on campus about a month ago, and I actually managed to stop in there last Wednesday, opening night. I guess it was handy that the bus went by me without stopping, which made me decide to walk to central campus, which made me realize that I could stop in and get some opening-night photos.

The pint of Bandwagon Beer's Big Red Brew was pretty good, and I'm told over half of the alcohol sales have been that. There are also several bottled beers available, and a couple of wines. The numbers are seriously uninspiring, though. There were 117 sales of alcoholic beverages on Wednesday, and fewer than that on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday combined. I'm thinking people wanted to check it out for the novelty of it, or were happy to buy a pint while they were in that dining hall for dinner anyway, but when the weekend rolled around, they had better things to do.

One of the theoretical draws of the on-campus pub is that, because it's in a dining hall that's open late, it allows over-21 students to hang out and drink while under-21 students can also be there, which isn't true in the Collegetown bars. Frankly, I'd bet some of the over-21 crowd is just as happy to leave the under-21 crowd behind.