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Far, far too much to do that remains undone. I need to write a paper for Hoak this week, as well as reading a massive book for American Religion and a not-quite-so-massive one for my historiography class. Not to mention cleaning my room and the basement where I did all my sewing, reading my students' journal entries, and other sundries.
Stacy visited for the George Washington Ball on Saturday, and we had a grand old time, dancing, chatting, and later watching Torchwood. Here we are, all dressed up in my kitchen.
Tomorrow evening, I hope to be able to see and/or acquire better pictures of the ball itself from Christian Amonson, who provided A/V for the event and seemed to be enjoying himself. Sarah Farmer persuaded him to dance Fisher's Hornpipe with her, and I dare to hope that we may have a new convert. In any case, Stacy remained here overnight, and after two failed attempts to have lunch the following day--at the Carrot Tree and a Chinese place in New Town--we finally ended up at our traditional Cheeburger.
Last night, I had dinner with Nedja and Chase and subsequently watched Death at a Funeral, which wasn't as uproariously funny as I had been led to believe. It did, however, boast many familiar cast members, and Nedja and I repeatedly opened IMDb to figure out where we'd seen them before. Saturday, incidentally, had been Nedja's 5k run, which I attended to cheer her on. She ran two miles without stopping and then walked much of the third, but she'd only been training for a few weeks. I was most impressed.
Stacy visited for the George Washington Ball on Saturday, and we had a grand old time, dancing, chatting, and later watching Torchwood. Here we are, all dressed up in my kitchen.
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Tomorrow evening, I hope to be able to see and/or acquire better pictures of the ball itself from Christian Amonson, who provided A/V for the event and seemed to be enjoying himself. Sarah Farmer persuaded him to dance Fisher's Hornpipe with her, and I dare to hope that we may have a new convert. In any case, Stacy remained here overnight, and after two failed attempts to have lunch the following day--at the Carrot Tree and a Chinese place in New Town--we finally ended up at our traditional Cheeburger.
Last night, I had dinner with Nedja and Chase and subsequently watched Death at a Funeral, which wasn't as uproariously funny as I had been led to believe. It did, however, boast many familiar cast members, and Nedja and I repeatedly opened IMDb to figure out where we'd seen them before. Saturday, incidentally, had been Nedja's 5k run, which I attended to cheer her on. She ran two miles without stopping and then walked much of the third, but she'd only been training for a few weeks. I was most impressed.
