Which almost made up for the fact that the commercials this year were lacking, at best. Let's see... there was that one with the Honda Pilot and the wolf-guy, that one with the talking monkey, the donkey that wanted to be a work horse... and that was pretty much it. Disappointing, that is, and a disappointment that was made even more so since CBS decided not to air the MoveOn commmercial. Nope, can't have any controversy concerning Bush, but it's perfectly fine for Janet Jackson to flash her right nipple on live television.
Anyway, on Friday, hung out with a bunch of 21/22 year old folks, went to an Italian restaurant (oldest in America, supposedly, having been opened in 1900), and went back to discuss politics and life in the old Soviet Union over wine and bavarian beer. Was supposed to catch the last R5 back home at 1:30, but missed it, so ended up staying at someone's flat until the next morning. Grand times, all around.
Of course, I'm sure at least one of you jumped to the conclusion my mother did:
My Mother: Where were you last night?
Me: I hung out with a group of people from DC3.
My Mother: And did you sleep with her?
Note the switch from a plural subject to a singular subject. My sarcastic response, of course, was that orgies were never quite my thing.
The closest thing to my mother's conclusion was at one point during the evening when our discussion turned to cars:
Me: I really want to get a Mazda Miata.
Guy: Um... I hate to be the one to break this to you... but it's a pretty well established fact that the only guys who drive miniature sports-cars are gay guys.
Me: Oh, I know.
Guy: Oh. (pause) ... OH!
After that, he inched away until I assured him I wasn't. That got quite a laugh, it did.
Anyway, my father wasn't the least bit worried when I wasn't back the next morning ("You're 18. I figured I'd give you at least 24 hours before I called the cops to send out a search party."), and while my mother was, understandably, more worried, all was well.
I could write more, but I've still got a bit of Spanish to study for. I broke my personally set no-TV vow and got sucked into watching Survivor: All-Stars after the game (oh, that Richard Hatch), so I suppose it's best that I stop procrastinating and get to work. TTFN.