Today, I got lost in the ICC. Twice. The first was on the way to office hours in the Center for Arab Studies. In order to get to its first floor, you must go to the second floor, push open the huge wooden Narnia doors, walk past what looks like a living room from Afghanistan circa 1970, go down a weirdo twisty staircase, enter a mini-museum of glass cases which are full of stuff probably culled from aforementioned living room, choose the correct hallway without any map or signage, and find your professor's office. Mission accomplished.
The second time, I simply forgot the location of one of my classes. Because that is totally normal, when midterms are approaching and you have yet to miss a lecture. As soon as I got there, some lady walked down the hallway with two big dogs on leashes. Pretty sure she takes the clueless cake!
Now for the good stuff, we head on over to ICC Auditorium. See that guy at the top of this post? Bob Woodward. As in, the guy who broke the Watergate story, Bob Woodward. Took this creeper shot after his talk. And the talk was nothing short of great- here are some highlights:
"Sitting next to Al Gore at dinner is...an unpleasant experience."
How he was told about Ford pardoning Nixon: "And he said, 'The son of a bitch pardoned the son of a bitch!"
On what he thinks about first thing in the morning: "The first thought is, 'Can I make it to the bathroom?' The second thought is 'What are the bastards hiding?"
Bob Woodward, such a baller. Night night!
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