What an eventful week.
I went to my first hockey game on Sunday with my brother, sister, and sister-in-law. Nothing like some good ol' family bonding over pizza, beer, and hockey. The Red Wings played the Buffalo Sabres and totally destroyed them. There's nothing quite like hearing the crowd roar after a goal in person rather than on TV. While this was my first game, it certainly won't be my last. I can't wait til the next time I can make it down to the Joe.
The highlight of my week: attending the Zola Jesus concert on Monday at a bar in Ferndale. I'm not one for the whole bar scene, but getting out of my comfort zone was definitely worth the experience. She's one of my favorite artists and her live performance did not disappoint. I'm still not over this show. Truthfully, I probably won't be for a while. I keep going back to look at the videos and pictures I took just to relive the joy I felt in those moments. If you have the chance to see your favorite singer or band live, by all means, do it.
As you can probably guess, waking up the next morning was tough. Tuesdays are easily my least favorite day of the week because they always seem to drag on. I got to campus around noon to start work at the Post. That lasted until about 4 o'clock which was perfect timing for me to grab dinner and do homework before my class started at 6 p.m.
Wednesday and Thursday were quiet days spent at home working on the assignments and readings I hadn't been able to get to earlier in the week. They're finally building houses (two of them at once--imagine the noise!) on the lots across from my house after almost 10 years of vacancy. What does any music lover in that situation? That's right--they let one of their favorite records drown out the noise. I honestly didn't get much work done. That's what staying up until 2 a.m. is for.
Today I did my time at the Golden Arches (aka working my weekend job at McDonald's). Although today's shift wasn't too bad now that I think about it. I'm pretty sure I got a total of zero rude customers. Mark this day down in the books.
After a semester like Fall 2014, I welcome these kinds of weeks with open arms. My days were so structured (at least that's what it felt like) that I felt like I couldn't do anything besides drive out to Troy for my internship twice a week, go to class twice a week, and work on the weekends (you guessed it - twice a week). Here's to hoping for a more eventful final semester.
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