That time I pretended I went to Harvard

This past weekend Kurt and I ventured into Boston to this massive computer store so he could buy tools and equipment to build a computer
.

I mean as nerdy as it sounds, it makes me smile watching him run around the store picking up hard drives and gigabytes and motherboards and power supplies and gigahertz and output thingamajigs. (I don't know if he even got any of that stuff...I just rattled off technology mumbo jumbo that I know)

We were close to Cambridge (Pahk tha cah in hahvad yahd) so we decided to go to lunch at one of my favorite places...FIRE AND ICE! They cook in front of you on a big grill. So delicious. But before we did that, I insisted on walking around Harvard speaking in a British accent pretending to talk to Kurt about a big thesis I had to do for class. This only worked for 5 seconds before Kurt walked away in embarressment.

I was a tourguide in college. It was probably one of my most favorite jobs EVER! Maybe I'll blog about it one day. But the point of me saying this was that I saw a tour going through Harvard while I was creeping the campus. I ran after them and eavesdropped from behind while Kurt hid across the courtyard.

I heard a lot of things from the tourguide ranging from:

"And Harvard's most notorious professer was blah blah," 

"The reason for the vines on the building is blah blah" 

"I honestly have spent 22 hours in this library working on my blah blah blah"

OK girl. Excuse me. No matter how smart these are, they might also want to know about the dorms...or about the food...or how much trouble they'll get in if they are spotted doing a kegstand at Delta's frat party. I couldn't believe it! I was taught as a tourguide not to give too much history, but gear it more towards what the kids wanted to know. I wanted to crack a beer open in front of this tour group and show them that fun does exist in college (even though I was a pretend Harvard student)

Then we saw this one man band outside of Harvard's campus.

Then we met up with one of my college roommates and her boyfriend for lunch at Fire and Ice and then Pinkberry!

Okay lads, I'm off to the library for the next 13 hours to work on my thesis (said in British accent) Ta Ta!

Something awkwardly awesome taking you into the weekend

I'm not sure if it's the swimming attire or the fact that this guy has the longest ass, but I can't help but bop my head and smile when I watch this video and hear this song.

Hopefully I'll dance to this song at one point this weekend. Happy Weekending!

An incident with an elderly person

Something really crappy and saddening happened the other day while I was at the grocery store. I was in the frozen food aisle looking for one of my FAVORITE Lean Cuisine meals (Lemon Pepper Fish...holy crap..try it) and I saw an 80-ish year old man at the other end of the aisle in one of those motorized scooters.

He was having the hardest time keeping the freezer door open while trying to maneuver his upper body to find a frozen meal he wanted. FOUR people walked by and did not help him. I wanted to cry!

I went over and asked if he needed any help. He smiled and said,

"no, I'm okay...but whoever brought you up, go home 
and give them a hug because they did a great job."



I could have died on the spot! It made me happy. So I continued to look for my meal, and finally found it waaaay in the back. As I turned to go check out, I saw him struggling again on the other side of the aisle.

 I went and held the door open for him and we ended up having a 10 minute conversation about the Smart One's frozen chicken pot pie versus the Lean Cuisine Shrimp Scampi dish. He swore that the Chicken Pot Pie was the best frozen meal out there. I held up my Lemon Pepper Fish and said no way, this is the best. It amazed me just how much a simple conversation like that could make someone so happy.

He was excitedly telling me about how his microwave at home wasn't that good so he needed to find frozen meals that could handle his old microwave. Then he told me how when he couldn't cook for himself anymore, how much he loved sampling all the different frozen meals. It was so cute. He bid me goodbye and I watched him scoot down the aisle towards the deli meat counter where he said he was going to get some bologna and cheese. Seriously, HOW CUTE?

I grew up with my grandparents and watched them get older, and watched them continuously say "No, I don't need help, I can do it." Though it might be a pride thing, or they might not want to appear vulnerable, I still think it's respectful to help out elderly people.

I felt good helping this man, even though he didn't ask for it. To be honest, it really brightened my day!

So help those oldies! You're gonna be one of them one day! ;-)