Today marks the 75th anniversary of the repeal of prohibition, and to celebrate, my colleagues are making an effort to gather after work to drink beer at the Memorial Union. This kind of informal, department-wide, after-hours, fun-oriented event is almost unprecedented. Sadly though, I will not be joining, because yesterday my doctor informed me of my own personal prohibition. Apparently 2 houses on the market + 1 bad economy + 0 buyers = stomach ulcer. The remedy involves twice daily Prilosec, no citrus, no chocolate, no peppermint, no coffee, no alcohol and, worst of all, no tomatoes in any form for three months. Which is a long time to be tomatoless for a vegetarian. It’s a decree I’d be much more apt to ignore, had I not been painfully sick after almost every meal for the last twelve days. So I’m going to attempt to conform. Fare thee well Sunday-night pizza, Wednesday $2 lattes, egg nog and Christmas Eve grasshopper pie. Bring on the bland food. Perhaps Santa will bring me a new duodendum for Christmas.
For those pitying me as much as I am and wanting to help, my next (and only) open house this month will be this Sunday, Dec. 7, from 1-3. Please spread the word to anyone you know in the condo market, and help repeal prohibition 2008.