Longest week EVER
Sep. 30th, 2005 12:00 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_clareMountain Day (Wednesday) was absolutely wonderful. After giving in and going to sleep at 2 a.m., with the Joyce paper still unfinished, I woke up at 6 to check for the Mountain Day announcement -- no dice. Happily, an hour later, the giant announcement was on Pine -- and with great relief, I went back to sleep.
The whole house climbed to the top of Mt. Holyoke (actually Mt. Skinner, but who's counting?), in record time. We cheated and parked at the halfway point, then booked it up the steep trail in under 15 minutes. Took pictures, ate ice cream, back down the mountain in 12 minutes. ('Goats had a 2 pm class in Amherst (sucka!), so we had to be accomodating.)
Then the rest of us drove to NoHo and had more ice cream at Herrell's. Yay!
As for tonight, I teched Thursday Night Edge -- our semi-weekly, up-and-comers play the student center night. The opening act was good: he sounded like Bob Dylan (EXACTLY like Dylan; 'twas eerie), and looked like Buddy Holly. Woo! And the main act was a chick with a guitar, who was neither fantastic nor horrible. She sang some pretty melodies; she needed a better guitar. I spent most of the time writing letters.
What?
And now it is Friday, which is delightful. Anybody want to help me finish my "Dublinersrip-off -inspired story for the Joyce class?
The whole house climbed to the top of Mt. Holyoke (actually Mt. Skinner, but who's counting?), in record time. We cheated and parked at the halfway point, then booked it up the steep trail in under 15 minutes. Took pictures, ate ice cream, back down the mountain in 12 minutes. ('Goats had a 2 pm class in Amherst (sucka!), so we had to be accomodating.)
Then the rest of us drove to NoHo and had more ice cream at Herrell's. Yay!
As for tonight, I teched Thursday Night Edge -- our semi-weekly, up-and-comers play the student center night. The opening act was good: he sounded like Bob Dylan (EXACTLY like Dylan; 'twas eerie), and looked like Buddy Holly. Woo! And the main act was a chick with a guitar, who was neither fantastic nor horrible. She sang some pretty melodies; she needed a better guitar. I spent most of the time writing letters.
What?
And now it is Friday, which is delightful. Anybody want to help me finish my "Dubliners
