Bill Clinton and Hillary Clinton made me late to work today. So Hillary and Bill are in town for a Yale Law School reunion and award ceremony, and their motorcade was parked right in the path that I take to go to work. I (being very stubborn and more than slightly annoyed that Hillary had the nerve to park her car on a student walkway) decided that I was going to go through all of it and take my normal route. After all, it's the route every Yalie takes to go to class... it shouldn't be blocked off.
EVIDENTLY my logic isn't good enough for the her security detail and the secret service because a few seconds into my crossing through her motorcade I was stopped by a secret service agent and quickly escorted off the premise. No issues and no permanent repercussions, but Hillary and Bill made me late for work. Here's a picture of part of the motorcade for President Clinton and Hillary:

It has been a great weekend. I've worked 16 hours  in the last day and a half running a conference for the Scandinavian Studies dept, and I also had some fun. Today I worked until 2, and then me and my buds headed off to Popeye's for our weekly lunch. We chilled and had a good time, then later we headed off to dinner where my roommate and I met up with a couple guys that live above us...including my friend from Milan, Italy. I cant really say what all we laughed about, but I haven't laughed so much in a very long time. It was one of those nights where you just laugh  until it hurts.

After dinner I went to the Navy office to help gather inventory on our supplies room, which got me a free cup of coffee (I'm always up for a strong cup of black coffee).  When I finished at the Navy office I started on my walk to the Native American Cultural Center, which is really just a nice new house that Native students chill at. As I've said before, my roommate is Native American and he works there, so I go chill there sometimes. My walk over there was rather eventful, though...
You see, tonight is a Saturday night on a college campus, which means inebriation is a fact of life. As I was walking down the street, I hear a group of drunk girls and two guys scream at me "Eric Fleming! Come here!"...and as you know, my name is most certainly NOT Eric Fleming nor did I desire to be mistaken for this poor soul.
They began asking for rather inappropriate favors from me and insisted my name was Eric Fleming. I kindly responded, "My name is most certainly not Eric Fleming." They were at  the stage of drunkenness where they are all stumbling around (and quite frankly they're rather harmless) and they have no chance of remembering any of this tomorrow. As they kept on asking favors of me I kept walking and kindly denied their requests. Haha, it was truly sad and amusing all at the same time. As I finally got to the Native American center, I bid my newfound friends farewell and proceeded to tell my story of how I became Eric Fleming for about 10 minutes. God help Eric Fleming...

I grabbed some sprite and sat down and chatted with the Dean of the Native American Cultural center(he was an intel guy in the Navy, so we bonded over that) and his family along with the native american students for about 1.5 hours and then came back to my room to do homework.

Yesterday I got a package from my girlfriend, which made me very happy :