What a week

"Show me the way to go home - I'm tired, and I wanna go to bed..."

I was browsing through a Reader's Digest collection of songs (yes, such things exist) when I came across "Show me the way to go home." I supressed the urge to laugh out loud and eagerly read the last line. Why, you say? Rewind four years to the beginning of my stay in Parkhurst Hall. Erin and I were watching the movie "Jaws" one evening, which features a tipsy version of the previously mentioned lyric. It became a bit of a theme for us over the next two semesters, and we would break into a loud chorus whenever drunk with sleep-deprivation...or bored silly. The only problem was that we never really knew how the last line went because the song trails off when the shark reappears. Now I know the end of the song! It's an odd little perk, but it was a perk nonetheless.

Another strange perk was having a small plane fly alarmingly close to my car while on the way home. There is a small airport on Wrightsboro. I pass it everyday going to and from work. Planes frequently fly very low over the medical center, but I haven't experienced one landing in such close proximity. It was unnervingly close to traffic, and I gaped in amazement as it touched down on the landing strip. I always loved seeing the planes fly overhead as they touched down or departed Hartsfield, so while not the same magnitude, it was a much more personal and exciting.

This has been enough of Brittany's bizarre moments of interest. I'm hungry.