View each day as a short story, not a chapter
Good sunday morning to everyone. It has been an interesting week.
Thursday-St Patrick's Day
Though I can tell you I did not start drinking at 11am, as I have in some years. Honestly, I am getting too old for that sort of thing - I wasn't even wearing green. (I know that some people decided to go that route and enjoy it, but that is the joy of graduate school :). But I couldn't let the holiday go uncelebrated, so when Liz announced she was making a guest appearance, I decided to go out and see what the fuss was all about. Ah, for St. Patrick's day in a city dominated by young people - You couldn't move in the bar we patronized or any other bar for that matter. So, after debauchery at the Mad Hatter, we graduated to Matt and Denise's, the Wonderland...all I know is that I passed out on the floor at their apartment and awoke on the futon. I did pay for it the next morning, as even though I didn't have to work, I was too awake to go back to sleep and instead just lived through my hangover. Honestly, I'm getting too old for that sort of thing as well.
The rest of the time
Friday was a more mature version of the same. Instead of drinking myself to death, I did pace myself and split it enough non-alcoholic beverages that I managed to keep myself sober. This will be my cutting back method - because i want the socializing of a drunken night out without the drunkenness. So we had dinner, basketball, a drunken boyfriend, and some socializing back in my apartment. Drove aaron home the next morning, and embarked on what was to be a productive Saturday of packing.
Well, it would have been. Had we been out of bed before 2. Or out of Arlington before 6:30. Ah well. I took down the Christmas decorations and packed them in a box of books. More packing will be done post-reading today. I want to fill all seven or eight boxes I brought up with me.
Book Divertissement
We also took advantage of christmas BN book cards to hit Barnes and Noble. However, I need to make a confession. I am horribly intimidated by the Barnes and Nobles and Borders of the world. They have so many books - and I've always had a problem purchasing books. Eric tries to explain to be their dollar-to-entertainment-value-ratio, but all I can see is the initial outlay of money as compared to books that I borrow or pick up used or free. Besides, most of the books that BN carries aren't in the 7-to-8 dollar trade paperback form, but in the 12-to-17 dollar full paperback form. But I had forty-odd-dollars left on a giftcard, so it was time to bite the bullet and just move through and pick up books. So two historical fiction novels, one biography of the wicked witch of the west, one book I had been eyeing for a while, and the Guns of August. Which, as a known Tuchman enthusiast, people (read Eric) were shocked I had never actually read. I guess there is a certain irony in owning both Practicing History and The Bible and the Sword and not the book that made her famous.
In retrospect, I don't know why I freak out so much about those stores. But in retrospect, my brackets were shot to hell, too.
Finally, I want to add more relating the title to a story, but instead I just will end with "Clarissa, just go buy the god-damned lamp!" :).
Ok, not quite end, because this was priceless.
Source of the Quote of the Day
Ruth Jacobs, a physician from Rockville, said the curriculum "puts a lot of pressure on kids to figure out who they are, what they are. And they shouldn't be forced to do that."
2 Comments:
In defense of my grad school self, let me say that at no point on Thursday was I ever actually drunk, and I started drinking at 9!
yeah...not at all?
you clearly weren't in the spirit of the holiday ;)
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