Sunday, September 23, 2007

Week Three Rollout

This has been a relatively good week. Except I still don't have an adviser for my research essay, because (a) I don't like pushing myself onto people, and (b) I was too lazy to get myself together and find one over the summer or earlier in the year. So that's just a big steaming pile of something that I've been walking toward for months and have now stepped in. Officially I haven't stepped in it until Friday.
That said, this weekend was quite good. Kemal and co had a B.PAPM party on Friday night, and although I went home early (i.e. before karaoke at the POWER) it was quite fun. There ain't no party like a B.PAPM party, 'cause a B.PAPM party don't stop until it has a sophisticated phase-out strategy with appropriate interim measures working toward a longer-term plan.
The reason I went home early was so that I could be up and at 'em to rehearse for Lindsay's wedding, which was a really lovely ceremony at her Catholic church on the other side of town. The choir improved over the course of the ceremony, too -- at the beginning we were so gobsmacked to see Lindsay in her white gown that Pachelbel's canon in D sounded a bit shaky. She looked beautiful and was grinning from ear to ear through the whole ceremony, and I'm not sure if she stopped all evening. The reception was a relaxed affair in the church hall, and everyone had a great time eating, drinking, and dancing with friends. Lindsay and Jonathan went to the Lord Elgin (a rather fancy hotel in Ottawa), while Louise, Anne-Marie, and I crashed Kristen and Jen's apartment. Because we are awesome, we made a fort out of blankets, couch cushions, and the kitchen table, and slept in it before waking up at ten to watch Victor/Victoria and get brunch at the Elgin Street Diner. The rest of the gang and Johnathan (not Lindsay's husband, a different one) went to their Beethoven rehearsal and I took the bus home.
And then I took out the recycling and read from my international relations textbook. Peace and quiet. Realism is kind of a crock, methinks, and I'm going to enjoy learning exactly why.

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