I stayed at the Nuthouse later than I wanted to last night — 2 a.m. — and now I am sleepy this morning. It’s not that I don’t like staying up late, it’s just that I don’t like being sleepy in class the next day. In my opinion, there are few things that are worse than trying to stay awake during class when you are already pretty tired. It always seems like such a losing battle.
But the Nuthouse was fun. A bunch of Aero/Astro people go there every Thursday night, but I’d never actually gotten off my butt to go over there. I’ve always had the best intentions of going on Thursday afternoons, but by Thursday nights I’ve always lost my energy. But last night Valerie made me go, and I was glad she did. It was fun to hang out with my class as well as the class above us (most of our teaching assistants, which is amusing) outside the context of school and homework. And the Nuthouse is a really laid back place…to the point of being a total dive. Which gives it some kind of strange charm, I suppose.
Last night my roommates and I were watching TV when I realized that I will be all alone in my apartment this weekend! Kate is going to Tahoe to ski, Unzi is heading down to Los Angeles. I’m going nowhere. I hadn’t thought of going anywhere, though I don’t know why. L.A. would be a great weekend trip, or Tahoe, or Yosemite, or camping on the beach. This would have been a great weekend for me to take the quick trip to Seattle I’ve been wanting. Oh well. It wil be fine here. Tomorrow I’m heading up to San Francisco with Nick and Debbie (who is in town visiting him for the weekend) to do the tourist thing and visit Alcatraz. Emily has promised me we’ll go to the movies tomorrow night (I’m in withdrawal!), and play Scrabble on Sunday. Hmm. That sounds really boring, I know, but when we play scrabble it is somehow a crazy good time.
Well, off to class. Hopefully I’ll stay awake!
