AND WHERE WERE YOU WHEN YOU WERE TWENTY? (D37-39)

Cocktail party success, turns out all the dudes loved Poland's number one girly drink, Zubrowka and apple juice. "Wow, where does that awesome cinnamon flavor come from?"

Football madness makes me wish I could be that happy about anything, ever. But I am just so pleased with myself when I at my most cynical and jaded! Perhaps I should have waited until I was out of the impressionable years of my early adolescence to dive into Kafka and Dostoyevski.

I really like these songs right now:

 



Also miss bank's got a new one, and where were you when you were twenty?

DAY EIGHT - BACKDATED

I've got a destination! I said yes to one, no to all the others, and there marks the end of the beautiful time period where I was on the receiving end of all sorts of attention from grad programs and professors that wanted me to join their misery. Somewhere Warm!


That will be all for the backdated post eight, as I am recovering from not being at work yesterday.

DAY SEVEN

One theme of today at the office is "competing interests." This came up planning a Friday the 13th pub crawl. Let us say for the sake of this post that people go on pub crawls for two reasons*: a) to drink large amounts of alcohol b) to go to new places [that one would assume would also be filled with new people].

But a and b do not mix quite as well as grenadine in your shitty cocktail; showing up to a new-to-you bar you've "been wanting to go [to] foreeever" completely shitfaced may not be a very good idea.  This causes some difficulty when planning such an event, as prioritizing b [cool new bars] would seem to detract from a [getting shitfaced], but a can't really be compromised, because if you honestly after the vital components of b [new places and new people], wouldn't you just join salsa?

This reminds me of the sad, sad day I planned a pub crawl during GRAD LIFE.  We went to three bars, although at first we were going to go to four, because there were in fact four bars in the entire neighborhood. Unfortunately just two bars in we had to redirect our route because it turned out that one of the bars closed at midnight on Saturdays, so we ended up a bit early at Cheers, which that night happened to be filled with some kids from a midwestern university who unfortunately had decided to spend their spring break in a neighborhood with only three functioning bars.


*Please excuse the reductionism. STRUCTURALIST THOUGHT CAN BE HELPFUL.

DAYS FOUR AND FIVE

Weekend catchup.

DAY 4

Very cool visitors make weekends more fun.

I bought a bunch of trashy dresses on super-sale at a trashy dress store. Then I wore one of them and it looked pretty amazing(ly trashy).

[EDIT (15:23, 09.04.2012): One reader claims that one can most certainly wear trashy dresses in grad school, especially to "trashy dress parties." ]

I also met someone in the midst of the GRAD LIFE.

me: so what do you do?
grad boy: I study
me: where?
grad boy: in the US
me: where?
grad boy: in [city]
me: where?
grad boy: at [school]
me: um. what department?
grad boy: political science
me: what kind of political science do you do?
grad boy: political theory
me: who's your man?
grad boy: actually my favorite theorist is a woman
me: Oh, so you like Hannah Arendt.
grad boy: Um, yeah.

Oh, political theory boys! I love the delightfully predictable ways you think you're unpredictable.

DAY 5

Brunch on a sunny terrace, picnic in the park with a duckling.

One more friend arrives in town, and we must accomodate him by pretending Sunday night is still the weekend. But he is the best so we'll push through to Wednesday.