Every Excess Becomes A Vice

That was what my fortune cookie read, after I ate a rather large meal at an all-you-can-eat buffett. How did they know?

Anyway, I spent the weekend in Memphis. I had a good time, and got some work done - a good mixture. I met Jennifer for lunch on Friday up at Memphis, but wisely decided to pass on sitting in for her Torts class. If it happens twice, shame on me. Anyway, afterwords I snuck into the Nolan Engineering Computer Lab to get some work done on my missile. After a couple of hours of playing with parameters, I happend upon a 2,000 lb, 2 stage rocket that seems to fit the bill. Now I have to start sizing some things to make sure I'm inside my mass budget (hopefully, I'll have over-compensated and can reduce my mass even further ( lower mass = lower cost) ). And yes, I used a double parenthesis. Later on, Jennifer and I met up with Angela Dunn & her friend Molly and drove down to Tunica (I navigated from the back-seat). It was Jennifer's friend Paula's birthday, and she had $20 players cards. Sweet deal. After the huge meal and some winings on the slots, Jennifer's meal was essentially paid for. Not too shabby.

Saturday started off cold and rainy. Then, Jennifer and I ran a 5k out at Shelby Farms. It was the 5th annual "Celebrate Everybody" run, with special emphasis on eating disorders. I did recognize the irony of me pigging out the night before the race. Anyway, the reason we were there at all was to support Jennifer's sorority (AST) and their philanthropy (its like a charity, but sounds better). How many ASTs showed up? One. And her name was Jennifer. Bad form, girls. Bad form. That being said, I actually ran the whole thing without stopping. I doubt I could have done it without Jennifer pacing me, but I did it. Go me. Also, decent schwag. Later on, we went up to the Law Library so Jennifer could research the position paper she's writing and so I could scare the law students with my math. I was non-dimensionalizing like a man possessed.

We wrapped the evening up by having dinner with my family at Ryan's and watching Gridiron Gang. The movie was alright; it was kinda like the Mighty Ducks if only the kids were gang members and drug dealers instead of loveable scamps. Oh, and football instead of hockey.

Today I spent a little time hanging around the house, hanging around CBU, and driving back to Tullahoma. I got some great gas mileage this trip - 31.2 mpg. I have almost a whole half of a tank left. I did a little bit of missile stuff, and watched Battlestar Galactica. Now its time to sleep.