1. Superbowl: WOW, is all I have to say about this. Never in my life have I seen people here so excited. I can't say that I know how they feel, considering I have grown up with the Falcons and the Titans. I actually watched the game at a friends house with around 10 people who had no interest whatsoever in the game, or either team for that matter. Actually, there were two Patriots fans there. Both of whom were girls, in a room full of guys. After the big win, the commute home was a tad interesting. There were people hanging from fire escapes screaming at the top of their lungs, toilet paper in the street (which of course is not all that unusual), intoxicated idiots pouring out of bars complete with face and body paint, and people singing that obnoxious Alicia Keys Empire State song on the street as well as on the bus I took home. Yesterday was the Giants parade, so it was just as crazy during the day. Of course the parade route is right by my old office, and my desk would have been prime real estate for many a fan who probably would have paid me to use it. Alas, I now work in Korea Town....sigh.
2. Shooting: This was pretty much the highlight of my week. I was in the mandatory introductory class with a group of people gathered for a birthday party, and none of them had ever touched a gun in their life. One of them had a bunny on her head. Not a real life bunny, but one of those animal toboggans. I knew immediately she would pose no threat. After about an hour with an NRA certified trainer, he finally let us in the range. He told me that he could tell I had done this before, and proceeded to refer to me as "Gunslinger" and "Annie Oakley" at least twice during the session. While I was in the middle of one of my rounds, he decided it would be a good time to ask me for my information. Turns out, there is no time that would be good for him to ask me for that.
3. Salsa: Round 3 tonight, which marks the halfway point of my training. This time, there were actually enough guys for the girls to dance with, so I felt everything coming together. I got some good feedback from my instructor, and he actually danced with me a lot. I get so nervous and apprehensive before every class, but I always feel like a million bucks when I leave. He really does a great job. One of the other male students was actually really talented, fun to dance with, and tall enough for me. The other guy, unfortunately, came up to my chin. This made for a difficult spin, but he did try his best and I ducked like a champ. I was wearing this Harvard tank top and he asked me if I went there, to which I replied "oh, of course not!" Then I asked where he went to college...MIT. My response: "Well that's just right down the road!!!" He looked at me, turned, and chose another partner. Fail.
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