Soooo, about that last post...

[kitewithfish]

They never actually got to the club. We just succeeded in killing a bottle of vodka in the kitchen, cleaning up while still drunk, and me teaching them some Boston slang. IT WAS AWESOME. YES, I AM STILL TIPSY. YES, I DO HAVE CLASS TOMORROW. And, yes, I am going to sleep soon.

And, for the record, most of my hang-ups early directly related to the possibility of me having to make my way home alone in a foreign city in the middle of the night. (The Ubahn stops at 12.30, and there is a confusing system of night buses). However, this I can do.

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Do bear in mind that the Wellesley woman's notion of chickenshit . . . .

[deaconlori.livejournal.com]

used to be called wise.