Saturday Night, Dee-Dee Dee Dah Di Da Da Da

Have just returned from an excellent dinner at Kayt and Rachael's. What funny people I know! And on the way there, the 3/4 of the Res Redux that was going (me, Katherine, and Emily, but not Nate) got a little frisson of grownupness: we were going to a dinner party and bringing wine, and dessert, and salad in a big glass bowl! Admittedly, one of our mothers had bought the wine when she was up visiting (Katherine: "it's how we WASPs express love.") but it still counts. Anyway, dinner was divine. Our gracious hosts made Mediterranean shrimp and chicken on a mixture of brown and wild rice, Emily made asparagus with parmesan and balsamic vinegar, and I made a salad with stuffed olives, feta, and roasted red peppers. Katherine made a chocolate wafer cake-thingee with lots of whipped cream. It was all very tasty, and we laughed hysterically and gossiped away for a large part of the evening, then watched two episodes of Grey's Anatomy which we had fallen behind on. George is just emasculating himself mooning around after Meredith. It's a little pathetic, frankly. I think he needs to have a fling with Dr. Torres of the Overprocessed Hair and forget about Meredith, and George seems to agree with me, so all is well at Seattle Grace Hospital. The world spins on its axis once more.

In other news, [this passage about the writer's law paper has been censored for extreme whininess. Go about your business, nothing to see here].