Steak

Yesterday was Friday. Several things happen on Fridays, all of which are exciting. To start with, I have my first and only class of the day: Italian. After fifty minutes of multilingual fun, I am free until Monday.

First order of business, to celebrate my weekend freedom, is a nap. Afternoon naps are delightful and, I've recently been told, are the perfect time to take a nap anyways, as your body is already at a natural low between 1 and 3 o'clock. I decided to take my nap outdoors yesterday, simultaneously getting my daily dose of fresh air, sunshine and sweet, sweet slumber.

Another wonderful thing about Fridays is swing dancing. It's a great way to meet people (unless you're antisocial like me, in which case it's a great way to pretend to meet people) and it's also a little bit of healthy exercise. I mostly enjoy swing dancing because it's where I hang out with my friends. Some people spend their time partying and "living it up". I might be biased, but I personally think my Friday night activities not only outclass everyone else's but are also more fun because I can wake up the next morning and remember everything. Yes, college is for making the most of your time, but if you can't remember the time you made, what's the point?

Following swing dance there is either dinner and a show or just dinner. Just dinner is almost as fun as dinner and a show because if you're not rushing off to the theatre, you have time to enjoy your food and you're less inclined to scream at the waiters or hurl your food at their faces. It's not their fault that they've taken thirty-eight minutes to bring you your drinks; it's Denny's. Did you really expect fancy service?

As I'm sure you've guessed, I did not go to the movies last night which is slightly unfortunate, because I was hoping to see The Avengers (Earth's mightiest heroes!), but instead of buying overpriced popcorn and drinks and sitting in a cold, dark theatre, we ate underpriced Denny's food in a well-lit environment and then met a Jewish palm-reader and an awkward guy with personal space issues. Fun times were had by all.

If we hadn't eaten so much food at Denny's, we might have gone back to a friend's house and had steak. Nobody wanted that steak. Nobody except she-who-shall-not-be-named. And she let us know it, too. But can you blame her? Who doesn't love a good steak?

You know what makes a good steak? Appropriate seasonings and then... yes, cooking it. None of this medium-rare business. I don't need my food telling me its life story while I try to cut into it, thanks.

"Yeah, so, I grew up on a ranch... Cattle ranch, yeah, how'd you guess? My name's #4563, I was something of a trend setter in the herd. Wore my tag in my RIGHT ear, not my left..."

"Sorry, #4563, I just want to eat you..."

Well, I've made myself depressed now, I think I'll go write a haiku for poor #4563.

Commence "Vegetarian Week"