Eggs for Breakfast

Saturday mornings are mine again. I used to open up Metropolis (site under construction) five out of the six days I worked every week. Wednesday was my only day off, and then I'd show up in the afternoon on Thursday. This was ok for a while, but Brad got worried about me burning out and Steve wanted to put in a few more hours anyway, so now I don't have to come in until noon or so on Saturdays.

What a boring post this is.

Here's an awesome picture of me and Mark. We're driving his car with a trunk full of beer cans down the hill to Wegmans to redeem them and "get rich".

Mark had come to visit me at school in Ithaca one weekend. During this particular weekend, there was some big football event. Probably homecoming or whatever. It occurred to us that whenever there was a big football game, there would be many tailgating parties. And tailgating parties give jocks the opportunity to drink beer. We then imagined voluminous bins overflowing with sparkling Bud Light cans, thoroughly rinsed and dried. We spent the rest of the day and most of the evening rummaging through filth, only to earn ourselves a whopping nineteen dollars - maybe enough to fill Mark's gas tank for the drive back to Fredonia.

Needless to say, we did not get rich quick. No fancy sports cars. No VIP passes to swanky clubs. No babes. Just an old Saturn with a trunk that probably still smells like beer.