:: My Urban Eyes ::All that I see, and then some.
Ahh, gotta love Sunday. I mean, it is the day before the day I go back to school... but that makes procrastination all the easier. Spent most of today on Puzzle Pirates, trading my brains out. I also had some Halloween candy, mmmm.
I was originally going to go trick-or-treating, but I'm way too tired. Yesterday was Open House, i.e. 1,500 people converged on campus, deciding if Albany is worth four years of their lives. I gave three tours. What stinks about Open Houses is that you get a tour route you've never been on before, somestimes 50 people to lead around, and only 45 minutes to do it instead of the usual hour. The weird tour route is due to the fact that up to four tours go out every 15 minutes, leading to a max of 16 tour guides running around campus, and to the sample suite, at the same time. So, they cook up four different routes to prevent lines and clumping. The shorter tour allows guides to give a tour every hour.
Anyway. I was lucky in that my groups were small and I only got the "I heard you're a party school, harhar" question once, I was unlucky in that I was trying to walk backwards in heels. But I did go backwards up stairs for the first time ever--I felt like uber guide. Judy (it may have been Julie, though...), a new guide, shadowed me for my first tour. I think she'll be a great guide. Yea for cool people!
After the Open House Megan, Bhairavi and I headed to Altamont Orchards for cider and munchies. I love orchards, and I love the smell of fall. We don't have that here in Albany--concrete and fumes mask it. Afterwards we found our way to Indian Ladder Farms, another orchard. Indian Ladder looks more like an orchard, but Altamont will always be best in my mind. Yea for the hometown orchard!
After we got back I went to the Rat hockey game. We lost, bad. Well, the score wasn't too bad, but it was only luck that the game remained scoreless for as long as it did. There was an autograph session afterwards, which always stink when we lose. The guys are down, don't feel like talking, never mind scribbling autographs.
There were highlights, though. Pascal Rheaume was a doll. We had him sign cards from his stints with other teams, and he made sure to sign each with the correct number--8 on the St. Louis cards, 25 on the Devils cards, etc. Most guys wouldn't care or think of it, but he actually looked and made sure he got it right. My respect for the guy went up three degrees because of that.
When I got home afterwards Bhairavi, Megan and I had a little suite party. I learned Hand and Foot, which is one crazy game. I also lost dismally, but hey, that goes with the territory, ne? Also enjoyed some cider and rum, mmmm.
Anywho, back to... whatever I was not doing 15 minutes ago. -_^
:: Kazen 2:27 PM [+] ::
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