Best and Worst of Last Weekend

Whoops, is it really Saturday already! So that means that I am 5 days late on my best and worst of the weekend update. I am such slacker with this blog lately. I apologize to all my dedicated readers. Don’t let my lack of an update lead you to think my weekend was anything short of fantastic. Besides the crummy weather it was a great couple of days here in the MadCity.
Best of the Weekend: Hands down the best part of the weekend was having Angie and Craft in town for the weekend. For those of you who have not been fortunate enough to meet either of them, they are two of my teammates from Dartmouth. With these two in town, I knew that regardless of what we did we would have a good time. We kicked the weekend off with a delicious, INTERESTING, and entertaining dinner at Ruth’s Chris with my dad, Laura, and Kris. Dinner was followed up with a couple games of 21-cup beer pong. Unfortunately, for us Dartmouth faithful we played sans paddles but we still held our own. Each squad won one game. Due to excessively full bellies, we had to postpone the rubber match to a later date. Good times guys! A grilled cheese with bacon and seasoned fries from Food Court is about the only thing that could have made the night any better!

Honorable Mention:
1. Amos Lee Concert at the Majestic Theater. Any other weekend this would have easily been my number one choice. I’ve been listening to Amos Lee for awhile now and was glad to finally get the opportunity to see him live. I’d highly recommend this concert to anyone that likes Amos Lee or to anyone that is in the mood for a great music and an entertaining concert.
2. Tubbs dinner Saturday night. It is always a great meal at the Taco Palace. Having Laura as our waitress made it even better.
3. The movie Kickass. Not what I expected but still a very entertaining movie.

Worst of the Weekend: Errr, I don’t really have any worsts for this weekend. I guess I could say sleeping through Crazylegs on Saturday morning. Since I was pre-registered I basically paid $25 for a not so sweet t-shirt that I will likely feel silly wearing since I did not run the race. Oh well, maybe next year.

Better late than never, right?

The Bean Spiller