Pseudonymous Ramblings by Psychobunny

I'm baaaaaaack!

I got back a few hours ago from presenting the research I've been working on at a conference at Northern-Bordering State University. After less than two days, I have officially decided that I love the Largest City in Northern-Bordering State.

Highlights of the trip:
This car, seen Thursday night on our way out to dinner:--The car, in case you can't tell, is covered in skull regalia and the handmade cardboard sign reads, "HELL IS NEAR".
Dinner on Thursday night--after splitting up into four groups, the group I was in decided to go to the Subway sub shop, where we met a huge, slightly creepy man in a long, black leather trenchcoat with a black beard that was a definite cross between the facial hair stylings of ZZ Top and Beelzebub. He came right up to our table and asked us what we were eating; when all four women at the table had answered, he actually criticized one woman's choice of sandwich ("WHAT? Chicken parmesan? How can you eat that?!" blah, blah, blah). Though I thought him refreshingly odd and would have enjoyed chatting with him further, everyone else had decided to ignore him and hope he went away, so I did likewise. He proceeded to chat up the young woman making the sandwiches. His pickup line, delivered un-ironically, went as follows: "Do you think all constipated people go to Hell? Because I do. That's just what I believe." (Think maybe the car is his? :) )
On our way to the morning poster session where I was to present--You haven't lived until you've seen your advisor cranking up the stereo to 80's music, attempting to drive through heavy downtown traffic while playing air guitar. :D
Shopping in the downtown area after the morning poster session before lunch--Dr. Way-Too-Generous bought his girlfriend some jewelry at a funky little shop. The store owner put it in an adorable little purple bag for him. I made him pose effeminately with the bag so I could get a picture. Now I have blackmail material. :)
Fun times--Scene: Dr. WTG comes up the stairs with an energy drink. Student: "What's that, Dr. WTG?" Dr. WTG: "This is Rockstar Energy Drink. After drinking this, the can says I'll be able to party like a rock star." Dr. Candid Advice: "You would have made a good rock star, WTG." Me (eagerly, innocently): "Can we paint you up like Gene Simmons? Pleeeeease?" (Laughter from our crowd. Snorting, doubled-over laughter from Dr. CA.) [And my favorite part...] Dr. WTG (prompting me like I'm an autistic schoolchild): "Is that the way you ask?"
Doing well enough with all the work on this project and with the presentation that Dr. WTG actually shook my hand and praised me--I'd like to see him try to forget that was me.
Lowlights of the trip:
Riding with/Interacting with Dr. WTG--I learned that apparently, not only do "women have to stop more often than men, slowing us down considerably, " (proved him wrong on that one, btw, to the detriment of my poor, poor bladder :) ) but also that "Hooters is what really makes a city." Additionally, I learned while shopping downtown with him and the rest of the gang (16 of us in all) that, had he known that there was an alternative paper available in the city, he "could have called for a hooker last night." (Too. Much. Information.)
Not getting any homework done whatsoever!

posted by Psychobunny at 10:12 PM