Madness

So, Bob and two of his friends are in town tonight. After going to a concert in Westport, they headed up to my place. I took them to a really nice bar near my apartment, called Tanner's. It's a collegiate, Cheers type place with a kitchen that's open late, and it's only five blocks away.

So, we're hanging out, having our beers, eating our food, when we're approached by a gentleman from a nearby table. His name is Mark Jones, native of Atlanta, in town for a friend's wedding. In honor of the occasion, he offers to buy us all a round of drinks.

More conversation. It transpires that he is an alumni of the University of Nebraska, graduated 1986. Played football for the Cornhuskers. Got a degree in computer science. These days, he's a vice-president of Hitachi America. And of course, he learns that all of us are current or recent students at UNL.

What follows is a lengthy and honestly facinating lecture on his time at UNL, his love for Coach Osborne, his career, and perhaps most importantly, how to get ahead in the business world. Bob was practically drooling at the prospect of an internship. And before he leaves, he pays our tab for the entire evening, won't take no for an answer. Incredible.

So yeah, an amazing evening. Met a cool fellow, ate and drank for free. He said he'll be there tomorrow night - after the wedding reception - and wants us to come back. Champagne for the entire bar, and perhaps tequila too. His treat. I think perhaps we might have to go back, at that...