I was spending Monday night the way I spend most Monday nights – checking the next day’s Herald for misspellings and comma splices. So, I was singing a Say Anything song out loud across from probably my only coworker who would tolerate such things and reading about a national debate about lowering the drinking age to 18 when I came across a disturbing quote.

Q1: What do you drink? A: Hot tea. I just never liked the taste of coffee. Julie doesn’t, either. We keep it in the house for guests, but I can’t get past the first sip, so I’ve never had a cup of coffee ever. Q1 cont.: What do you usually take in your hot tea? A: Honey and a little bit of vanilla flavoring and cream.

A few months ago, I was talking to the Herald managing editor about who might be opinion editor this semester. I joked that the job didn’t seem that difficult. Even I could do it. My little funny got me hired. My first thought: Keep your mouth shut when appropriate, Amber.

A college-town crowd and a smattering of Bowling Green locals crowded into Buffalo Wild Wings on Scottsville Road for an evening of wings, drinks and football watching with the volume set low on wide-screen TVs that hung on the walls. Some patrons occasionally glanced at smaller monitors tucked into corners throughout the restaurant.