How to Kill a Friday

What genius decided that Fridays were a good day to schedule faculty meetings? Doesn’t Monday or Wednesday make more sense? On Monday, everyone is getting started up for the week, and everything ahead of them looks a lot like work. On Wednesday, there is some work behind you and some work ahead of you. If (heaven forbid) you actually get some things done at the meeting and make some plans, there are still two days to do something about it before the weekend.

But fill a seminar room with 50 professors, 4 administrators, and the college president on a Friday afternoon, when all anyone can think about is getting plastered at Happy Hour down at Scott’s Bar and Grill? Come on. The chances of any of us listening to this drivel for 2 hours? Slim.

What is a strategic plan, anyway? And how many times can you hear a president say “key indicators” before you begin to plot his death? (Turns out the answer is 7).

Anyhoo…Friday started with an early lunch in Edmonds. On the drive into town I see out on the Sound a lovely but VERY slow green-hulled sailboat with a nice gray UK jib. Anyone recognize this boat? Of course, the Krumm’s don’t believe in cellular technology, so there was no way to hail the admiral and skipper. Oh well. Soon after they passed the ferry landing they crapped out and doused the sails…Hey, Krumm, what was that canvas thing over the companionway? Looked like a dodger to me, but couldn’t be true…

Next came the aforementioned faculty meeting and happy hour and a farewell party for a colleague. Good times.

After battling traffic north, I met Cap’n Ron for some climate-controlled climbing adventures, where NPAW could be found lounging on the couch and gawking at young men in tights.

Cap’n Ron, you’ll recall, is a PROFESIONAL SURVEYOR. Why do I remind you of this? Well, it turns out that the good Cap’n went for a “little” run before meeting at the gym. Our brave surveyor scoped out a nice 3 mile route. The only problem with this 3 mile route, is that it was 6 miles. Oops.

After some week ass climbing (I swear I could make those deadpoint moves last week!) we swaggered our weak asses up to the brewpub for some Internal Alcohol Rub therapy.

I left when the climbing gym moms and dads arrived to dance on the tables.

Cap’n Ron stayed with Andy’s mom. Andy’s mom has got it going on. Doo doo doo.