More on Last Saturday

Yes, when I awoke on Saturday morning, I had to shower and head off to the International Center for the JCMU Orientation. I emerged from the bathroom, with my black Amerikilt, a black Jethro Tull shirt (with the logo from Broadsword and the Beast on it), and went to put on my new Birkenstocks to get going. Nick was amused at my outfit. He said that the Tull shirt was the icing on the cake. The Orientation itself was fairly pedantic. I was invited to open my yap and contribute any information I had to share, since I was the only one in the audience who was a returning student. I enjoyed everything that they had to say. When we broke for lunch, Erin came up to meet me for lunch, and for the second time in as many days, I had Toxic Hell. Mainly because Erin doesn't like subs and tehe line was twice as long there. Orientation continued after lunch, and it figures that the person I sat with and talked to was only going to be there for the May Short Term. Not the Summer Semester. Oh well. Upon returning to Van Hoosen, Erin and Stef's apartments, Stef's mom showed up with food (I didn't partake of it much, since I had recently consumed doom on a tortilla). We sat and watched the Wings game, and I heard Stef burst out yelling a few times. But since I am not a hockey guy, and had gotten only a bit of sleep the night before, I was kinda dozing a bit. At one point, I opened my eyes to see Stef, Stef's mom, and Nick all standing and inching towards the tv as if trying to corner and pounce on a mouse during a breakaway that some Wings player made. It was quite odd, and I was fairly disturbed by it until I figured out what the hell was going on. After the game, I decided to brave the drive home, since Myst needed to eat eventually. On the freeway, I came up to the sign that pointed me to the Michigan Brewing Company, which I passed every time I went home, and never stopped at because I had to get to work or I had no money, or some other excuse. However, I had $10 left in my sporran, and I did not have to get to work, for once. I stopped there, and instantly liked it. There were peanut shells on the floor, an 8 seat bar, two tables inside, and seating area outside. They also had all of their beers on tap. I would say there were 10 or 12 beers there set up. I asked one of the regulars what his favorite was, and he said it was the Sunset Amber Lager. I went with his suggestion, and was not disappointed. It was a gorgeous amber hue, like a dark honey, with a rich, malty flavor. It still kept the lightness and crispness that lagers are known for, but just had more body. Yeah, I'm a beer nerd, so what? What are you going to do about it, eh? The pint was $3.50, but I paid $5 for it to tip the bartender. She seemed busy but was around when you needed her. I bought another pint eventually, having struck up conversation with another regular, coincidentally also named Dave. He seemed to be a real cool guy, and suggested a few places to try beers at. I told him I would buy him a beer, but he declined, since he got a discount and instead bought me a beer. We kept talking, and when my third was empty, I made to get up, but I had a fourth beer in front of me, and how could I tell the bartender or Dave no, I do not want a beer? You can't. When I did get home, I was able to drive well. I was careful to not get pulled over, though. You know, just in case. I'll detail my lovely Airfare Woes next. Tune in, Same Kilt Time, Same Kilt Channel!!