Friday (Halloween) was relatively uneventful. My dynamics professor dressed up as Super Frat Boy, complete with beer bottle and musical bottle opener which played "Fight for California":
Jaya and I also invited the FSAE crew over to have an FSAE movie night. It was one of the better ones, particularly because we watched both Le Mans and Days of Thunder. Also from the fact that Chris got twice as drunk as Tyler, who had possibly twice as much alcohol.
On Saturday, my parents came by to bring Geoff and me to Kaiser to get flu shots. I then went to the garage in the midst of the rebuild of the rear subframe.
That night, I had one of my strange illogical dreams. I tend to get such dreams when I sleep more than ten hours. This time it involved Wendy (who works in the pro machine shop) leading a committee to relocate the waterjet to England from its current location somewhere in continental Europe. Then me going to a darker and more European version of the Unit 1 Academic Services Center, only to witness the shooting of three men. I'm not sure exactly what is going on in my head, but it certainly is something disturbing.
Yesterday Chris and I had a lengthy discussion of how the car was roughly a month behind schedule, and how we could easily be screwing ourselves unless we picked up some serious pace. A mildly depressing conversation, to be sure, so we followed up with our classic Sunday night dinner at Picante with the only people who were ever still at the garage on Sunday nights: me, Chris, Jaya, and Tyler. (We were missing Mark because he was studying for a midterm and/or writing a term paper.)
We then proceeded to invade Neil's apartment to watch the Brazilian GP, the last race of the season. It was by far the most exciting, boring, and heart-in-your-mouth thrilling race I have ever watched (in that order). My favorite part was when Neil threw off his sweatshirt to reveal his bright red Ferrari shirt, and Chris jumped up in excitement at the possibility that Lewis Hamilton just might lose the championship because of Robert Kubica randomly passing him.
Today I got my lovely boots! Here are some poorly taken pictures, mostly because of the low light in my apartment. Forgive my sweatpants... it was raining pretty hard today and I didn't feel like changing into jeans just for photos.
Side view:
Front view:
Back view:
Nifty side access panel... err, zipper:
I am quite happy about them, although I would have preferred a square toe. Still, I can't complain much since they were only $50.
That was my long post... It wasn't exactly a Pulitzer-worthy post. But I promise I'll have more enthralling ones this month. Tomorrow I'm voting and going to a Sharks game. Woohoo!
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