Today I saw a grown black man drive around a remote control purple Ferrari in the parking lot of my apartment complex, giggling to himself. "Nice car," I said. His giggle grew to a cackle. And I thought, yes, it is summer.
I'm living in luxury in Atlanta for another month before I return to Omaha for an extended stay. I did the graduation walk with everybody last Monday morning, but due to the sinister ways of The Man and my own laziness I still have one more class to complete. Good news is I got an email this morning saying my first two class sessions will be canceled and, with Memorial Day next Monday, I am free as a bird for another week and a half. Bad news is my roommate Ross and other good buddy Farrell got all their stuff done and are taking a Euro trip starting tomorrow. So, I'll be living alone for a good month. If anyone ever wanted to come down here and see what Emory is like, this really is the perfect time. The apartment is fairly clean because my family just visited, the weather is unbelievable right now, and you can even sleep in Ross' bed and fart in his sheets. If anyone even hesitates for a moment thinking that sounds pretty cool and remotely possible, I think you should come down.
Something else I wanted to share was that I finally saw my favorite band live in concert. Eleven days ago RLF came down for a super-intense college graduation weekend, only he flew in a day before Mom, Mo and G-Ma so he could see Radiohead. I picked him up from the airport at 11:45 AM, went straight to a Braves game, stopped to eat some pizza, and then drove to the concert. It was kickass. Radiohead played two encores and 24 songs total. The crowd was soothed by a light rain for most of the night. Everybody pretty much found their own comfortable space in the amphitheatre, listened and sang along, except for my Jew archetype acquaintance Mr. Shenkel, who kept updating me on the Celtics game and wanted to talk over the music. The lightshow was striking, as a long sheet of crystals hung over the stage and generated cool colors. My favorite song was Everything in Its Right Place, but one of the more memorable moments came when the camera zoomed in on Thom's weirdo half-shut eye.
That is the update for now. I'm going to spend the rest of the week taking a lot of this, doing 100-200 pushups a day and playing Big Time on the courts.