Well, while we're in <blog> mode...
Friday Night:
Chevron called back: they're flying me out to New Orleans next weekend for the second round of interviews. Fingers crossed.
Shostakovich, Haydn, and Tchaikovsky at Harvard
The conductor's wife was best friends with my mom in high school, so I met with the family after the concert. I also got to shake hands with the CEO of Samsung-Tesco!
Cocktails and singing back on campus
I enter the apartment with a bottle of Skyy Melon and a handle of Svedka shouting "who wants to party?!" and as I'm pouring this drink, a girl I've had my eye on comes over and says, "I like your pearl clasp shirt. Maybe later tonight I'll be tearing it off."
Cut to everyone later belting showtunes and Sinatra and said girl "teaching" me ballroom dancing
. When they're not insane, theater people are
but
. I think I need to hang out with more of them at college.
Tonight:
Indie dance party with radio station kids slash basement concert
Maybe this other girl will finally call me back and come with,