Historians go dancing.

What did I tell you last? I can't remember, and can't be bothered to check my last blog posting. Do you know that Thursday night MB and EH came over to watch "The Virgin Suicides" with FN and I? FN baked a cake (mmmm) and we had a fun evening. Plus, having a party at home meant I didn't have to get dressed up (read: put on jeans). Which is always a good thing.

Friday I slept in late, ran a bunch of errands in the afternoon, took a nap---I think I am now finally recovered from my research trip, sleep-wise---had a gourmet dinner with FN (baked salmon with avocado and mango salad), then went dancing! A handful of us gathered at Sneaky Dee's and had an awesome time. Very fun. It was exactly the kind of music and type of crowd that makes dancing fun. We all had a good time, and danced up a storm. When the music stopped at 2:30am, we realized we were hungry, so we walked over to Chinatown for some late-night eats. The food was good, but the service was slow, and we didn't make it home until 5am. Ouch. But it's ok.

No plans at the moment for tonight. But I don't particularly feel like working. Maybe I should do something school-related today, though.

Speaking of school-related things, I'd like to point out that it can sometimes be a good thing to get involved in things that one isn't involved with. Because sometimes things just aren't happening, as much as one would like to believe that other people have it under control. In conclusion, I like being the boss, or at least like knowing that someone else is the boss. And in this case there wasn't a boss, and the only way to find this out was to ask. So I did. And, good.

I think there should be much more dancing with historians.