Here She Comes In Her Palanquin

Tonight is the PAPM formal but I am not going, because tickets are mad expensive and I didn't really feel like getting gussied up and wearing heels. Besides, I'd be pretty much the only person I know who wasn't going as one of a pair, and this gets awkward when the DJ starts playing slow dances. So I figured I'd sit this one out. I might meet up with some of the gang later in the evening (there's nothing like attending the after-party but not the party).

This week has been pretty standard, I guess.

Sunday was lovely before the Ersatz Cashew Incident -- brunch at Cora's with Katherine was first on the agenda, and was most delicious. We bummed around the Market for a bit, and bought a couple of stylish buttons and a picture book for Jordan, because it is not every day that one finds a children's book about Operation Barbarossa. Then I left Katherine to meet up with Goran for a coffee and walk-and-talk, followed by thoroughly delightful grocery shopping with Steph. She lives close to Chinatown and is good with the Asian cooking, so she gave me a guided tour. We bought all kinds of nice things, including some delicious, cheap snow peas and chili garlic sauce, and did some Girl Talk. However, it later turned out that she had bought a bad piece of ginger. And I would now like to warn everyone in my small readership that packaged mango with chili tastes disconcertingly like sweet pickles, and it will wig you out if you are not prepared.

Another highlight of the week was going out for a drink after choir with a bunch of the Chorister Posse. They are fun folks, and I got home early enough to actually wake up on time for Politics of War in Africa on Tuesday morning.

Work was hellish on Wednesday because a couple of people criticized the organization for things over which we had no control or which we already knew needed fixing. One of these was someone who had some perfectly reasonable things to say until he came a little unglued... and that was on a call where I called him. Ambush!

Janet Wulfric's Girlfriend (she's very sweet) has come over to start getting ready for formal. She's in humanities, and they're having their formal in the same building on the same night, but she's coming to ours. Ha, hums kids! We win!