Trains

I hate trains. I am currently taking a train from Chicago to SB and its awful.  Well, we stayed in the city much to late and ended up taking the last train out.   That is 11:15 central time...which is actually 12:15 for us normal people.  That os late when you wake up at 5:30am.  I am currently in this awkward state where I am too tired to legitimately be awake but I can't actually sleep.  This train is too noisy and it smells bad.

Seriously, aren't trains the worst?  Not to mention, my nemisis train resides in Fort Wayne.  It has made me plenty late for golf and mad monday among, well, other things.  I just need to get off this train.

"You got caught in the water, can't stand in the water!"

I bought a cubs hat today.  I also got some delicious Goose Island.  I am looking at a ridiculous train picture.

Wow, look at that tired babling.  I'm so sorry...but tired.

Goodnight Cathy.

Just another MAD Monday...

Oh no! Dumb dog.



So today was another Monday, and after a long weekend of PTO, it dragged along even worse than a normal Monday.  Most people would say Monday is the worst day of the weekend.  The day we have to wake up early again and spend the entire day catching up on all the work we slacked off on the previous Friday.  So earlier this year, our favorite New Yorker friend came up with a great idea for Mondays.  DRINK BEER!! And so started MAD Monday.

What a fantastic idea.  Is there a better reason to drink than because "it's Monday?" Also, we get a bonus that our favorite (only) local Brewpub has half off pints on Monday.  It started with just 3 people and a dream of something bigger.  Eventually, more of our people began to shuffle in.  We even had a group from Chicago join us for a few weeks.  But, seriously, they are just a great time with great people, and good beer, to pick us up after an already long week.  Today was no different.  It was, in fact, a great MAD monday experience.

The weather tonight was great, mid-70s, meaning we could actually sit outside.  Tonight was our favorite interns' last MAD monday before heading back to their respective schools soon.  Like all MAD Mondays, we had a great time, with some ridiculous conversations.  We also made some exciting plans for the coming summer/fall days.  We also had the opportunity to meet new friends, like Sarah.  She may not have wanted to meet us, and learn how we each had between 2 and 5 names, but great things always happen on Monday.  (Persistance never fails, I think.)  Surely it was a great pick me up that will make getting through the week that much easier.  (Should be an interesting week, including trips to Indy, Chi-town, and WIFFLE BALL.)  What a great Monday!

So the moral of the story is: why be a putz and hate Mondays when you can just drink beer instead?

Goodnight Cathy.