Carrots and Beer

Last week we planned on having a Super Bowl party, but my roommate and I got into a bit of a disagreement about what kind of food to get. He wanted to order pizzas, but I wanted to BBQ because it was cheaper and I told him I hated asking guests for money. He looked at me and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll collect it. It’s right up my alley. I’m Jewish and Asian."

A self proclaimed diehard Bears fan vowed last week that if his football team lost the Super Bowl, he would change his name to Peyton Manning. Two days after Chicago lost the big game, he actually made good on his promise and filed the necessary papers in a local superior court.

It blows my mind that the little café at my school sells Rock Star for $3.25. Not because that price is so expensive, but because of the fact that less than 30 feet from the café there is a vending machine that sells Rock Star for $2.00. And they have both been selling the energy drinks for over a year. Simply blows my mind.

It also blows my mind that 2Pac just came out with a new song. Seriously? Didn’t he die, like, 15 years ago?

I came home the other night and was really in the mood for some nachos and a beer. But, being it a Tuesday night, I decided I did not need to subject myself to the sort of fare I would eat when I am three sheets to the wind at a baseball game. So I compromised and ended up drinking a beer and eating carrots. I gotta admit, that was a pretty weird combo.