Sunday Dinner, 11/11/07

I'm so spoiled, demanding to go out to dinner every Sunday with various friends. Last week was just Anthony, Lizabeth and me, this week is was that trio of us, Allison and J, Nick and Glenn. We hit up the Mexican place in the Village which was fun. Glenn only bought dessert because he happened to eat before coming back to the Norfolk area. We honored Pete Conomikes, he was a fencing coach at The College of W&M. He died in a car accident yesterday on the way up to a grand tournament. I never met him, but that doesn't mean I won't tip my hat in his honor.

Back to tonight, it was not a night of perversion, it was a night of 'god, we were stupid kids' my stories were never quite as awesome as anyone elses', but there were some pretty awesome stories from Nick, Glenn and J. These dinners are always good, good food, good company, fun stories. This entire weekend has been a good weekend for me. From my birthday through to tonight, I'm happy I've got such good memories and that I've made so many awesome friends. They've all made this first semester really fucking kick ass.

Yesterday was pretty chill. I slept most the day then spent damn near the whole afternoon over at Wesley House with Sean and Lizabeth. Nick wandered about and we ordered a pizza for food-sustenance. After leaving it was freezing and I walked back to Whitehurst where I ran into CR. We hung out and [insanely] walked up to the 7-11 on the other side of Hampton Bvld. We hung out together for the next two or so hours chatting about things and me asking him random questions that tend to float around me head. I asked them 'cause I was curious about his resonse more than anything else. Like, I've wondered about this one, why does society [very generalized] automatically ship together two people of the opposite gender if they're hanging out in public together. I mean, not every guy/girl friendship is going to lead to more than that, so why the senseless shipping? But that's for another journal.

Adios for now
:salute and bow:
Jasmine P.