I’m back from my trip to England! it was a good time, but the entire trip was shrouded in a veil of exhaustion. 14 hours of flight, 10 hours of driving, and 18 hours of meetings over four days is a lot. But I ate very well and the meetings were productive. I’m finally feeling refreshed after some serious rest this weekend. Our flight’s feature film was Herbie, Fully Loaded. What a Ride!
I snapped a few photos of the hotel and such but have yet to take them off my camera.
This is a triumphant week in Mike D history, as I will be starting classes for my masters in Mech Eng. I am not very excited, but I do hope that it will go smoothly. To compensate for the dreary life that will accompany the return of Homework, I am bumping up my physical activity a notch in hopes that I will reach new levels of fitness.
In other news, Jill, Ruth, and Old Man Schenk visited this weekend. We hit IKEA and made lots of delicious food for consumption. It was fun. Usually I don’t like vegetarians, but Ruth and Old Man seem pretty cool. I think they might be carnivores at heart. I will continue to use peer pressure to convince them that bacon, is in fact, Rediculicious.
Jill and I went to Tanglewood last night. Josh Groban was there.
he was pretty deece. Good voice, though I must admit, I wasn’t screaming his name like 90% of the 15000 women in attendance were.
Really though, we couldn’t have asked for a better night at Tanglewood. The weather was perfect, and it was Hollywood night. So, John Williams was conducting all sorts of hollywood hits. Including none other than the Star Trek theme, which, when you hear it performed live as you stare into the starry sky, is quite a phenomenon.
Jesse and I are in line at Shaws and there happens to be a cute girl standing in line in front of us. She has only one arm and as she is loading up the conveyer she drops an item.
Jesse informed me afterwards that he almost leaned over and helpfully asked: “need a hand?”
Also, the sizz turned 23. Jill, the sizz, and I watched “A very long engagement” (amazing movie!), and I rode on my first rollercoaster since 1988.
It was a good weekend indeed.
Coming Soon: An exciting one time addition to mikedidonato.com giving all sorts of juicy weekend details. This thrilling piece will be entitled: “how to change the struts on a ’91 plymouth acclaim”
Sadly, it will likely have to wait until later tonight. So until then, enjoy the brand new Alicia’s Movie Review and the brand new McQuaid Answers!
I forgot to post a picture of me in my hot new bathing suit and hotter new t-shirt
And if you can’t read it, the t-shirt says:
“Keepin it nerd free, with my TI-83″
This morning has not started off superbly. After mistakenly staining my dress shirt with a spray of turkey grease and realizing all too late that my undershirt was backwards, in two seperate incidents I was greeted with the wrong name by my co-workers.
“good morning Dave… I mean mike”
“good morning Steve… uh… mike.”
But all is well, because this past weekend brought me to Hampton Beach in NH. Jill and I went up there for a day trip on Saturday. It was great. Jill packed the foodstuffs, of which we ate a plenty, and we enjoyed a day in the sun and water. Tragically, just before we were going to go swimming Jill’s swimsuit snapped. Her fast thinking resulted in her Not flashing the beach, and we quickly got her under a towel. I quickly switched from mild mannered mike d. to Mechanical Engineering Man and set to fixing the suit.
The mechanism was such:
I’ve drawn a faux crack at the point of failure. this would not be an easy fix.
Jill and I took inventory:
1: a book bag with some magazines
2: a cooler filled with food
3: a bottle opener keychain
4: my camera
5: towels and other beach standards
6: my bathing suit
The keychain was the obvious first solution. That metal circular clasp things on all keys might prove useful. So, I slipped that into the left side of the broken suit. Then I realized that my swim suit had a useless weird tag thing. It was plastic and looked like a saw. Here’s a picture. also in the picture is the broken clasp. jill’s pointing to the broken clasp.
after cutting of the piece of string that was being used to hold on that weird saw tag thing, I was able to tie through the metal keychain and the previous clasp. The result was a fully working swim suit with a slightly oversized tie:
Once again, Mechanical Engineering Man has come to the rescue.
This weekend Sander Jesse and I also made an 18 lb turkey with delicious gravy. So if you’re hungry, feel free to stop by the House of Rock this week. We’ll feed you.
Please note, there is also a movie review up by alicia. Enjoy!
This was an enjoyable weekend. Jill came to visit and we had quite a bit of fun. Saturday we went to a big craft show in Guilford CT. It was huge. There must have been a hundred vendors. One guy made silk ties, and I wish I had taken a picture because they were beautiful. I tried searching the internets for a good “how to” so that I might be able to give it a try, but alas, even Jeeves returned just a list of silk tie vendors. Saturday evening we went out to a nice restaurant and Saturday night, we tried to go to a movie with Sander. Unfortunately, maps.google gave me some bogus directions, and we got horribly lost. At one point, we were on Flanders st. and came to an intersection with Flanders Ave. We felt like as if we were in some strange time space continuum.
Sunday I went to the park with Sander and Jill in hopes that I could fly my new kite. Unfortunately, there was zero wind. So instead of flying the kite, we all just looked like idiots holding a kite in the air when there was obviously no breeze.
Sunday night I went over to the Baumann’s place for a high school graduation party. It was fun on a multitude of levels. First, I saw a bunch of people that I haven’t seen in a very long time. and second, Mrs. Baumann gave me tons of food to take with me. Here’s a picture.
I’d also like to point out that Shaun McQuaid has made up for his recent “I bought a house and have tons of work to do” lapse and has posted THREE, count them, THREE answers. Check out the side bar for his much appreciated words of wisdom.
I finally got Connecticut plates onto my car. It took well over 12 months for this to occur and while I’m a bit disappointed to see 9 9 1 – 9 A T go, I’m excited to welcome 4 0 9 – T Y K . the new plates look good on the car. I think the crisp newness of the plates matches the hottness that radiates from the rest of the body.
Despite all this, I think I’ve determined what the “big sound” is. Every once in awhile, when I start from stopped, there’s this giant Ka-CHUNK. And I think it’s the transmission. I’m not sure exactly what I should do about this. I’ll probably mull over it for awhile, and then decide to just run the car to it’s demise.