Afternoon on the Union Terrace

 

Today at one we had a very important administrative staff work meeting that was more of a going-away party for my boss, who will only be my boss for three more days. (And does Saturday even count?) Our department chair came too, but our former coworker named after a Norse god did not make it, although he had said he would try to be there and even bring his baby. It was a perfect afternoon, and we sat around drinking beer and hard cider until everyone else left around four, and then I went for an hour walk down the Lakeshore Path before my next meeting, at five, with the Union people. That lasted until about six, and then Travalon joined me, and the two of us hung out for another couple of hours.

It was open mic night tonight, and Travalon had never heard Art Paul Schlosser before, so he really enjoyed that. Art Paul did a song about pink pants that included the line, "Your late great-uncle Nate" as someone you should give pink pants to. There was an amazingly talented young girl who sang and played the electric guitar - her name was Famous too. There was a guy who played the Grateful Dead on the banjo, and there were some less interesting people too, like a girl singing Taylor Swift songs along with a karaoke machine. That's Open Mic Night for you - a wide array of talent.

There were some interesting watercraft out on the lake too. We saw a boat that looked like it was from the 1940's, and there was a really fascinating contraption that seemed to be two hammocks strung up above a boat. I took a couple of not-too-great photos.

Travalon was down at the refreshment stand when it passed by, so he got a closer look at it, and he said it was indeed a couple of hammocks strung over some sort of boat, with a little motor, but only one guy in it. And here I thought I was living the life of Reilly, spending the entire afternoon on the Terrace - I got nothing on this guy, hanging out in a hammock as he glides across the lake. That's really living!

Famous Hat