Are You Guys Having A Killer Time?

This has been a good weekend so far. I've decided to compress any debauchery this semester into my birthday week, so Thursday night I popped out to the campus pub with Emily and Nate. People failed to dance, which was a little bit lame. We had fun anyway, though. Friday night I went to a movie with Jacob and Faye (Tristan and Isolde. Sadly, I cannot recommend it, because of a complete lack of chemistry between the titular characters. What's the point?). Faye was in town for dental work, sadly for her.

Saturday was a full day of fun. In the morning, I donned the Pantz Ferdinand to add to the sense of occasion, then ventured out to consign some old textbooks, buy my first Ontario booze, and spend my Chapters gift card on some Thoreau and a Tolkien wall calendar. I also went to the gym. There were no free treadmills, so I was forced into the fieldhouse to run in a square. It was so boring that I gave up after twenty-five minutes and went back home, where excitement awaited!

I had no idea what we were going to do. After I'd bundled myself up as per the instructions of Katherine and Emily, they presented me with a wicked awesome Snow Speeder. It is like those old-school disc sleds, but with padding on it. Yay! Warmly attired, we proceeded through vicious wind to the sledding hill, where three beautiful girls awaited. Yes, Kelly, Notl, and Joni had all braved the horrible weather to come sledding. Wulfric and Jordan showed up a few minutes later, bearing two black crazy carpets. The hill was incredibly icy, so it was really more like luging. The chute down to the large jump had turned into a bobsled run. At the bottom of the hill there was a ring of nearly-frozen slush, so once you'd reached the bottom of the hill you had the choice of either bailing or shooting across the slush in hopes you wouldn't break the surface. Bailing was almost always the better option, because getting across the slush dry was possible, but walking back across it dry was not. Kelly and I won a crazy carpet race against Jordan and Wulfric, but then our crazy carpet blew away and it took us a good ten minutes to find it. Wulfric and Jordan stayed at the hill after we left, and the ladies went back to the apartment for cupcakes and tea. We hung out for a bit, looked at the pictures of ourselves sliding down perilous slopes, and then headed out to the Greek place. Hot Waiter was on duty, but we got Guilt Trip Waiter's roommate instead. More people arrived, and I didn't get to talk much to all of the folks (long tables do that) but it was still a good time. Later on, Katherine and I went out to the party Jordan and Wulfric's had considerately thrown for the occasion. We picked Mal up on the way and stayed for quite a while. And this party was good: appropriate gender balance and not horribly noisy. Mum asked me if I was going to get boozy, and I did, but I was still motile and I'm not hung over, so all is well. I even made coffee this morning without wincing at the noise of the coffee grinder.

And now I shall return to my regularly scheduled programming: eating a chocolate cupcake, which tastes completely wicked despite being leftover from yesterday, and reading for environmental studies. Classes are going well (oh, yes, technically I'm here for school! Now I remember) and my law prof's first name is Obi. It is tempting to preface questions with, "this padawan seeks your knowledge about...". Of course, I would probably fail, but it would be a glorious defeat.