I was in Wisconsin for a recruiting trip last week and had a delightful time. I got blackout drunk by myself on Sunday night waiting for the cavalry that never arrived, though I did have a blast with the entire staff of some restaurant from Milwaukee who were charter bussing around downtown Madison on a holiday party.
On Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday I basically just tried my damndest to find computer science majors to come work for our company.
On Monday night me and O’neil had a dreamy drink with Eroz and the Giggle Brigade (see previous comments).
On Tuesday night, I went out and had a fabulous night with a cast of half-dozens. Hung out with peterstiffly, Danny, Stacy, Megan, and Bunk. Also had a meeting of the minds when we met up with O’neil and Rumsey at Mondays. Man, that guy from the booth next to us at the career fair was drunk. He had, like, a five minute hug with some other guy. At the end of the night he confessed to stealing some of the water bottle tchotchke’s off our table. I was like, “Dude, if you would have asked we would have given you twice as many as you stole. We hate those things.” Luckily, we stole pens from them all day, so we called it even. Had a night-ending weirdo-sit when the Silver Dollar bartendar kicked us out three times. The first two times he yelled at us to leave he then said, “but if you stay, I don’t care.” We were among many, many people still sitting there, and the bartendar was playing pool with someone. Then, out of the blue, he yelled at us again. What were we still doing there and all that razzmataz. Peterstiffly broke out the back fire door and moseyed out the front. Odd to the max, yo.
I’ve got pictures from Rumsey from during the Battle of Wits with Kirk Van Houtten, but they won’t be up until later. Check back. Until then, listen to a Big Pun CD; I don’t care what you do.
Monday’s. Wow. Great.
— i’m not a player i just crush a lot