Today's been pretty chill. My day began at midnight at The Rat. Whitney suggested food and beer. Great idea.
Classes. Late lunch. Rachel came over, and we watched The Talented Mr. Ripley because she'd never seen it.
After that, Lauren and I went to the dinner reception for and reading by Elizabeth McCracken at the Newcomb Institute and Rogers Chapel, respectively. Stephanie was introducing her, and naturally Lauren and I were there for moral support. (Well, perhaps Lauren was motivated by the food too.)
"I hope you don't screw up." - Lauren
"I hope you don't fall on your face walking over there." - Me
"I hope you don't both DIE in the next minute when I punch you in the face." - Steph
Classes. Late lunch. Rachel came over, and we watched The Talented Mr. Ripley because she'd never seen it.
After that, Lauren and I went to the dinner reception for and reading by Elizabeth McCracken at the Newcomb Institute and Rogers Chapel, respectively. Stephanie was introducing her, and naturally Lauren and I were there for moral support. (Well, perhaps Lauren was motivated by the food too.)
"I hope you don't screw up." - Lauren
"I hope you don't fall on your face walking over there." - Me
"I hope you don't both DIE in the next minute when I punch you in the face." - Steph
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