And All That Jazz

This week went by in a whirl, again. It's been pretty busy trying to get all this stuff done (see previous post), and so last night I felt celebratory, having probably not egregiously failed my poli sci midterm. To rid myself of this feeling, I tagged along with Emily'n'Nathanael, Katherine, and the lovely Yuna. They were going out to a benefit at this jazz club right near the university, and it turned out to be an utterly wonderful evening. The music was live and really good. I don't know jazz, but now I do know a couple of music students from the university, including two Daves, a Corinne, and a Ben. The latter is an amazingly efficient flirt -- I think he got around to every girl in the room in the space of about three hours. In any case, I have now been Out to a bar that I actually really like. It's not all about the partying, it's about the music, and there were moments when everybody was just listening. It was really nice. And there was no deejay having a birthday and taking the occasion as a reason to chant "let's get drunk, and have sex!" into his mike. It was just people having a nice time, and it wasn't too crowded (apparently it's kind of a ghost town most nights). Anyway, the BPAPMers are grateful to the music students for showing them how to get down and have a little fun of a Thursday night.

In other news, Charles and Camilla Parker Bowling Ball (as the Arrogant Worms have christened her) are getting hitched. Mum tells me that some woman on the radio said, "I don't want to be nasty, but that woman looks like a witch!" There was a time when she would be drawn and quartered for such impudence... ah, those were the days.