Hump day Wednesday.

Last night was great fun. I went to Aditi’s birthday celebration at Carmichael. It’s been so long since I’ve seen the girls and I didn’t realize how much I missed them until I saw them again. It felt like good ole UNITAS hall dinner for a while: a circle of people crowded around wooden tables full of food (the highlights of which were tiramisu contributed by Spencer and the vegan chocolate cake from George.)

We went out to Fuse after fooding, about ten of us. Somehow the number grew by at least 50% an hour after we got to the bar. It really made me miss UNITAS, and the sort of gossip/drama/bonding which happens on the hall. Everyone seemed so nice, especially after a few drinks. Aditi in particular was very, um, friendly toward everyone. *wink wink.*

That’s what I’ve been missing, socializing. Living off-campus and seclusion-prone, I spend too much time in my bright yellow and warmly decorated “hole.”

I now have a picture of a naked man having what seems to be anal sex over my bed. It’s rather suggestive, and mostly concealed. You only get to see the guy’s bent back, and the hand of another man pressing him to the bed. Courtesy of Nan Goldin’s book, The Devil’s Playground. The other naked person picture in the room is a fat lady from a book titled Lucian Freud: Naked Portraits. I’d like a wall taped full of tastefully done naked people- from fleshy nudes to frail figures, the whole range.

A cup of Lady Grey tea with a spoonful of Langnese country cream honey and grapefruit marmalade. “Moroccan spice” smoking in the incense burner. Hopefully the combination of all of the above will facilitate writing the still overdue 5-pager.

Interesting, and frightening at the same time. This is from the menu of a feast hosted by Trimalchio, way way back in the day: “Porcus Troianu: The famous ‘Trojan Pig’: an entire steer gutted and stuffed with a lamb, which is stuffed with a pig, which is stuffed with a chicken. Sauce au jus.”

Banana pudding then homework.