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Tico’s pleases starving student
Mexican restaurant's
happy hour halts huge
appetites from 4-7 p.m.
I wore dark glasses.
She was beautiful, a redhead.
We met secretly at a quiet restaraunt,
asked for a table in the back.
“I have a surprise for you,” she said,
ordering our drinks.
‘‘What, is it a good surprise?” 1 asked.
It was. Free food, all wc could carry back
lo our table — tottering stacks of it on the
obligatorily liny cocktail plates.
This was no greasy spoon haute quisene,
but the fine Mexican food of Tico’s daily
Happy Hour from 4-7 p.m. And I do mean
happy.
For the price of a drink the fine folks at
rico’s (17th and M streets) put on a spread
that any starving college student would be
proud to scarf down by fistfuls. More than
enough to keep body and soul together and
happy to remain so.
And when your mother calls to ask if
rou’ve been eating well, you can hold your
lead up and say “Sure!” with the best of
hem. If only you heed the Tico’s call.
It’s a sure-fire way to impress a date.
As for me, the evening was an unparal
leled event.
Yeah, I got lucky.
Finding out about Tico’s Happy Hour
was the best luck a boy could hope to have.
— Mark Baldridge is the Arts and Entertainment
i-ditor and something of a freeloader.
Jeff Haller/DN
Tico’s, at 17th and M, offers free hors d’oeuvres in a 4-7 p.m. happy hour.
Longtime student sings litany of troubles
as yet another semester gets under way
By Bryan Peterson
Staff. Report*_
I had a terrible first day of classes. In fact, I
lad a terrible first week of classes.
I would not mind it so much if I were a
freshman or sophomore, perhaps even a junior.
But I graduated last spring after nearly seven
/cars here at UNL.
Here I am, a part-time student, all that
matters in my undergraduate days is finished,
and I still cannot get things right.
It all began Monday morning, of course.
While walking to campus, I realized that I had
10 idea where to find either of my two classes.
[ had a couple copies of my schedule but lost
them while making one of my severely overdue
tuition payments.
Two classes, though, mean less tuition and
less wandering on campus. The English class
would be easy to find because that department
posts lists of all the classes offered and where to
lind them, which is really quite decent.
But where would a person begin looking for
Japanese i\il : i ne iui seeuuus were seaueieu
across the most obscure comers of campus, and
102 could not be much better.
It was 9:35 and I was sure my name had just
been called by the instructor, so I hurried on. I
went to the Administration Building to find a
booklet of course listings.
There were two endless lines snaking back
and forth through the length of the hall, climb
ing up the stairs and descending into the base
ment, and every face looked surly.
There was no way I would ever reach the
counter before dark. To create a diversion, I
yelled, “There are three slots open in Spanish
102!!”
During the ensuing scurry and scuffle I
fought my way up to a counter and found the
sole, battered copy of the course listings in the
entire building—justas another person snatched
it from my grasp.
I waited patiently at first but grew more edgy
with each passing minute. This fellow was
:asually looking up every section of every class
in which he might be interested, and all I needed
was a quick glance at a single page.
He set the booklet down to dig in his back
pack and I seized the sacred pages, dodging
angry cries and a few cheap shots. A few turns
of the sheets, and there it was. Or there they
were.
The two sections of the class offered at 9:30.
I picked the top one and threw the pages in the
air. They floated down and thccrowd scrambled
for them, affording me clear passage to the
door.
LH — my class (if I had picked the right
section) was in LH. I froze at the bottom of the
stairs. Lyman Hall, it had to be. There was no
way it could not be.
After picking the wrong entrance and walk
ing the length to the building twice,! found the
room. 9:50. Late, but excusable on the first day.
I opened the door and was halfway to a chair
when the phrases in the air stirred distant memo
ries. This was a French class. I have already had
16 hours of French, but it has been awhile. “Ou
cst uh, ah, lc, no ou cst lajaponaisc? I managed
to slammer.
The people in the room looked at me in a
lunny way, and I backed out. Outside, a small
sign that no one could possibly have noticed
directed me to the Military and Naval Science
Building.
By this lime it was past 10 o’clock and I was
running down the hall. B5, B5, where is B5? I
found B5 and burst in, and once again the
people in the room looked at me in a funny way.
They were the maniac Portuguese students.
They began pounding on their desks and mak
ing some horrible throat-clearing sound like
“BRAAAAA” as their pupils dilated and the
tables shook.
Once again I backed out and took bearings,
then found an open classroom door. And there
I heard the sounds I had so well forgotten over
the holiday break—the choppy, syllabic sounds
of English speakers trying to learn Japanese.
I had no book, so the final ten minutes of
class were rather pointless. I began to wonder
why I was still taking courses and whether an
entire semester could be shaped by the first day.
A few days later, I am now certain that
morning shaped my entire week. So far, neither
bookstore has the Japanese text, and I have been
late to class every day.
But it is not just classes. I got a parking ticket
right in front of the place I work downtown,
ostensibly for “blocking wheelchair access.”
There is room for four cars at this particular
location, yet there arc only two meters. A meter
woman told me there arc only two meters
because there is a break in the curb for wheel
chairs. This is fine, but I am not clear as to how
this can be considered to be “access” when the
opening is covered with 10 inches of snow.
Speaking of being covered with snow... the
reason I walked to campus in the first place was
that my car had been buried in about 14 feet of
snow by the snowplows. 1 mean, I could climb
on lop of it and sec Wisconsin or something.
So I rented a trencher and due it out a coudIc
days later. Thai’s when I got ihc ticket and
conceived the writing of this column. ,
I realized that, bad as it had been, my week <
could have been worse. Calamities seemed to
have stricken many around me, and in each case
1 felt that things might not have been so bad
after all.
My cat got neutered. A friend wrecked her
car on the first day she ever look university
classes. Another friend came home to find his
stove and refrigerator moved and his kitchen
floor removed for repairs.
Yes, 1 thought, things might certainly have
been worse.
Then m y car got towed. T owed from an al ley
where people park all day long, every day. My
car, with all my homework in it, as well as the
money to rescue it from the evil towing people.
I don’t want to imagine what might happen
between this writing and the lime when this
column appears in print. But if I am a little
grumpy in class today, I hope you will try to
understand. These things just should not hap
pen to a person after seven years in college.
Canadian to dance
at Carson Theater
By Sarah Duey
Staff Reporter
Starling its spring season this week
end with innovative, avant-garde and
ethnic performance work, the Lied
Center’s Carson Theater Ventures will
feature performances by choreographer
Paul-Andre Fortier,
- Canadian Fortier
will perform two eve
nings of solo dance
based on the story of
a Robinson Crusoe
like character discov
ering his future.
_ The winner of
Fortier Canada’s prestigious
Chalmers Award for Choreography,
Fortier’s dance theater work was marked
throughout the ’80s by its formal imag
ery, impact and audacity.
His work, “La Tentation dc la Trans
parence,” will begin Saturday and Sun
day at 8 p.m. at the Carson Theater. A
post-performance question-and-answer
session will follow the Saturday evening
performance.
General admission tickets are $15.
Students and youth 18 and under can
purchase tickets for half price. Tickets
can be purchased by calling 472-4747.
The Carson box office is also open for
ticket sales one hour prior to the perfor
mance.
Reggae fans can enjoy
return of Les Exodus
By Carter Van Pelt
Staff Reporter
Les Exodus, a Minneapolis reggae 1
band, has returned to Lincoln for another l
three nights of concerts at Rockin' Robin,m f
1525 0 St.
i The five-piece band
that features mem
bers from Tanzania,
Trinidad, The Virgin
Islands and the
United Slates has re
turned to Lincoln af
ter three visits last fall.
Innocent The band’s style of
reggae is roots-oriented. Lead singer In
nocent credits Bob Marley and Wailers
as the band’s major influence. At past
Lincoln shows, Exodus has covered
Wailers’ material in its three hour sets.
Innocent said the support the band
received at previous shows in Lincoln
“shows that people in Lincoln love reggae
music.”
Les Exodus is currently working on
recordings for an album which will be
released this spring if a contract is signed
with Shanachie Records.
The band plans to relocate from the
Twin Cities in order to spread its musical
message farther than the Midwest United
States. The band’s tentative plans arc to
move to Singapore in Malaysia.
In addition-to shows tonight and to
morrow night, Les Exodus is scheduled
to perform several live acoustic tracks on
“Reggae Fever” this evening at 7 on 90.3
KRNU.
By Dietrich Kappe
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