I’m currently listening to: Ted Leo & The Pharmacists - Where Have All the Rude Boys Gone?
Since the temperature has not reached above 10 degrees for the last week, and frequently dips below zero, I figured I would let you all know that Ivan Denisovich and I are now best friends. In fact, just the other day, as Andy and I were waiting out in the sub-zero cold facing twenty to thirty mile an hour winds as we waited for the Illinois vs. Michigan State basketball game we decided that our predicament was worse than our troubled hero’s. You see, Mr. Denisovich had the task of hard manual labor to occupy his time. This helped his situation by providing both a means of generating body heat, as well as a way to pass the time. However, Andy and I were stuck waiting in the cold, with nothing to do but stand in line. By the end of the hour, my feet were honestly frozen. I had never been concerned about frostbite until this moment. I am not exaggerating that it took until the ten minute mark (of game time) for my feet to thaw. Notice, we get into Assembly Hall roughly forty-five minutes before the game starts. This means my feet were frozen for approximately an hour and fifteen minutes after entering the building. I just thought you all should note the type of pain and suffering I am subjected to. Pat, if you want the book rights to record my plight, you are more than welcomed to them.
P.S. we got floor seats and the game was awesome, I have no regrets.
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I feel my own pain
I hated that book, so your comparison has only made me feel less sorry for you. I might have cared if you had left ODITLOID out of it, but now I can only say, “That is what you get for choosing to go to a cold school and choosing to go to the basketball game. Tough cookies.”
P.S. I actually don’t hate that book. It just wasn’t something I would choose to read in my pare time.
P.P.S. I truly do care that you were frozen. I was just kidding about not caring. I’m not really that heartless.
I love that we gave AJ a complex about being heartless, so she now feels guilty every time she makes a joke about not caring about something.
HAHAHA HE’S COLORBLINDDDDD.
You probably would have looked like a major freak in the Assembly Hall if you did this, but if you take your shoes off, feet warm up way faster. It’s the first thing I do when I get back into my dorm room.
It hit 55 degrees on Tuesday. Then Wednesday was back in the high-in-the-20s mode and the rest of the week shall be no different.
P.S. Let’s coerce my parents into Black Thorn pizza.