Your friends are smart and funRemember me talking about celebrating? Oh, we did that today, and then some. We being a six-person subset of the second floor PhDs and my friend Jen, whom I kidnapped after mass. First there was the sumptuous brunch at the Gypsy Cafe, in which we ordered the first six dishes on the menu, including "how the brunch stole Christmas" and another with some arcane Star Wars Christmas cartoon movie reference in its name (ask Scott to reenact the wookie family conversation sometime).
Brunch was followed by sledding at the disc golf hill in Schenley Park, in which we empirically evaluated group cohesion techniques. Like the nine-person face-in circle, several of us on the ragged half-piece remains of plastic saucers, our arms and legs intertwined, careening down the slope and screaming at each other. We also discovered in our three-on-three race to the top of the hill that Ruth is a force of nature immune to any sabotage (such as Ian diving at her legs; she just dragged him up with her). It was especially good having Jen there; seeing my friends through an outsider's eyes just made me appreciate how amazing they are even more.
Then we made dinner and Mexican hot chocolate and succumbed to Ruth's indomitable will (and immpeccable movie taste), watching Garden State. That movie always makes me wish I had a boyfriend a little like Zach Braff.
And tomorrow I leave for Portland, where I hear it's snowing.