I tell my girlfriend that we should walk from our downtown apartment to campus on Saturday to watch the Purdue spring football game. Make a day of it.
There's a long pause. She's lived in Indiana for all of a month, is not a football fan, and the part of Jersey she's from, if you walk over an hour you'll end up in New York City. This hardly seemed to measure up to an exciting day in the sun for her.
"I'm going to write about it."
"Oh. Okay."
9:00 am, Saturday morning, there's a familiar but hateful sound erupting from somewhere near my head - the alarm.