On Thursday night I found a coffee shop. An honest to goodness coffee shop, where the live music started three minutes after I and two of my CA friends walked in. It had a cozy brick and wood corner with art for sale hanging on the walls. I think I've found at least one of my tea nooks.
The other tea nook I found on the same night. A cafe situated underneath one of the campus buildings opened and gave out free t-shirts at ten and RussianRoommate and TopBunk came with me to scope it out. It was short and squat (the ceiling started two inches above my head) and reminded me of a set in Buffy the Vampire Slayer but it had a good vibe and I'll definitely be back. We wandered out of there to see thirty minutes of The Lion King projected on the side of one of the ancient debating societies (hee hee; the fact that we have those still cracks me up) and then went on to the comedy night, which was more my taste than anyone else's. The Sarah Silverman show is very daring and frequently risque, as far as I've heard, but I seem to have been numbed to outrageous statements by my HBO shows. (By my HBO shows I mean, of course, Six Feet Under, my summer love, and The Sopranos, which my dad and I and, more reluctantly, my mom are renting and watching avidly). At any rate, I enjoyed myself.
Yesterday, Friday, was spent reading John Banville (and finishing the book!) and scurrying over to the creative writing office, because I got into the class I applied for!!!! I sent in a six-page writing sample (they asked for approximately 3-4, but I was having a hard time narrowing it down) and as a result got placed in my first choice time slot for Fiction 203.
I'm-Not-Canadian girl from CA's birthday is coming up soon, so our little group took her out for Panera and ice cream cake last night before the famous Triangle Show. She was really touched (she's been feeling homesick for California), which was moving to see.
I loved the Triangle show, as did half of the dinner crowd. The other half hated it. I enjoyed the infamous drag kick line, and applauded loudly and shouted defamatory things about Harvard and Yale when the call and response called for it. The whole experience was like an Ivy League Rocky Horror Picture Show, and I thought it was great.
Afterwards, the dinner group decided to go to BlackBox, a club (nightclub, not activity club) on campus. I was sort of wary, but we met the founder on CA and he was a really nice senior and not affiliated with the Eating Clubs (facts greatly in his favor) so I'm-Not-Canadian girl and I decided that we would go and check it out and then leave. We did, and it seemed like a fun place. Instead of booze, they had Red Bull (another drink I find disgusting, but one I have gobs of tolerance for excessive partaking in) and the atmosphere was, if not wholesome, then at least fun and nonthreatening. We weren't really dressed for it, though, (she was wearing a sweater and I was carrying a large bag) so we went back to another CA friend's huge suite and played on his Wii (I got even better at bowling; now I can do it virtually) until one.
For once I was the last roommate to turn in (although SoccerGirl is on the road with her team) and felt really cool sneaking in to SubFree out of the lightly misting rain, having witnessed private goings on on a bank of grass on the way back from the Wii Dorm and walked on by, as unperturbed as I could be.
Tonight I want to go to bed early. And guess what? I probably will.