I visited Nashville this weekend and was thinking about you all, so I figured I'd give an update and some entertaining stories. It's great to hear about everyone's adventures in post-grad life.
Today was a very wet one in Louisville. If six inches in 90 minutes doesn't leave you dripping, I don't know what will. Luckily, I live and work on high ground, so I didn't have any trouble aside from a brief power outage. There was some significant flooding and damage downtown and around U of L's campus, but I think everything has calmed down tonight.
Work is going well. I was in the highest performance bracket for one year evaluation and have moved from refrigerators to the exciting world of top-load washing machines. This is my latest geek topic, so let me know if you want to talk washers or laundry... Last week was the end of summer semester for Georgia Tech and I'm proud to announce I aced my wind turbine class putting me 20% done with grad school rocking a 4.0.
Mom and Dad Berger came to visit last week and send their love to you all. They came down with my Uncle Dan and Aunt Chris (you might have helped moved furniture for her hair shop at South 40 2008). We enjoyed pre-game dollar beers before the Louisville Bats take on the Toledo Mudhens (we left early for the bar because it was raining), then spent a day touring and tasting at 4 distilleries and 2 wineries. Apparently Kentucky has equivalent vineyard conditions to California, Spain, France, and Italy, but the vines were all bulldozed during prohibition to capitalize on tobacco crops. I'm excited about the resurgence of wine country and would be happy to share my favorites or the scenic drive if you're ever in town!This weekend I visited high school friends in Nashville and relived some great memories at Downtown bars, the Parthenon, the Opryland Hotel, and the Pancake Pantry. I once again enjoyed the Santa Fe pancakes with Fremont Heinz ketchup on my home fries. We visited the Parthenon at night, which had been rented for a reception - Athena looks even more majestic when "Don'tcha" is being played in her presence. We also checked out the farmer's market, library, big band dancing in the park, the library, and the Loveless Cafe (home of biscuits, pie, and all that is fried).
I'll close with a drunk story for James' sake. A couple of weekends I went to a wedding for one of my friends from work. His parents are both OSU alums and I've known him for about 5 years from co-oping. My mission was to try my luck with his older sister. Unfortunately an open bar left me unable to tell the difference between the older sister and the 18-year old younger twin sisters (all blond curly hair). Needless to say, I didn't get very far. For all the future brides, please put your bride's maids in different dresses or find a way to clearly differentiate them - I feel I can safely speak for James and myself when I say we'd appreciate it.
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