Gah. I just got home from the bar and tried to call Mike (he'd asked me to call when I got in) but apparently he's not home AND I woke up his parents. Ooops. Just when they were starting to like me, too...damn Mike.

Our bar on campus inhabits this very strange grey region between 'lame' and 'fun'. The grey region becomes a lot more distinct depending on how much you've had to drink. Tonight, I didn't have nearly enough. I had some wine with dinner (mmm, Piat d'Or) and half a small bottle of Raspberry Sourpuss before we went up, and one Blushing Peach at the bar. I went to get a rye and Coke and the guy next to me was buying 4 Coronas (it was $2.25 Corona night) and as I went to pay, he was like "oh yeah, I'll get hers too". Awesome. That's the first time that I've had a drink bought by someone who wasn't my boyfriend or my roommate. Woot! for that.

My friend Dan offered me a Corona later on in the evening, but I only made it halfway through the rye and coke before I knew I'd had enough for the evening if I didn't want to rid my body of the 2+ litres of liquid I'd had to drink today.

So it was also toga night, so I wore my Empire Strikes Back bedsheet, and Mathman wore his Spiderman bedsheet, and we were totally the coolest people there, except for the guy who was in full Roman centurion costume.

Yeah. A-z (the sister formerly known as Babar) got the job at SMATH, so we will be working together. I think that it will work well, though my mother is not so optimistic.

I should get to bed, though. G'night!

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