last night was a fun night with some of the fellows. i can't remember which ones were which numbers, so let's just say one of them - who recently married her boyfriend from pakistan - invited us over to their new apartment to sample her 'desi' cooking. so six of us (myself included) went. we had such a good time being a gossipy crowd and talking about how we will all span countries and continents to visit each other this summer. i love those people. at one point during the evening, someone referred to postmodernism, and one of the fellows - a terribly witty english major that i get along with swimmingly - laughed and said, 'that's how you know you're in college. you talk about postmodernism at parties.' we also watched moroccan music videos.
we ate in a circle on the floor, and at one point when i had finished with my food, i put it behind me on the couch to free up some space. i forgot it was there, and about ten minutes later, the terribly witty english major sat in it. i felt bad for making her mess up her jeans, she felt bad for sitting in my food ('i wouldn't eat that if i were you'), but none of us could stop laughing. priceless.