christine and i were out on the front porch of the aids house before walking back in and determining that meg and michelle must have left--they were nowhere downstairs. so we wander to the 100s, where we find the guys we'd been talking to before, and we ask to use their phone to call the aids house boys to find meg and michelle. they let us in to use said phone, and there is the most beautiful bar. we're talking "cocktails" type of gorgeous. christine is determined to pay homage to the bar with a shot, so we ask for one (i can't let someone drink alone, that's just cruel).
they understand what she's saying, and they're ready to give us a shot glass, but all they have is beer.
a bar like that with no shot-worthy alcohol????
i fail to understand.

in other news, one of my two "goals" (i must always have a goal or two for every academic year--haven't failed yet, can't go out on a bad note as a senior...) is officially off the list. the other, however...the word "adore" does not do justice. but i cannot consider it. it would just be wrong of me...

but such a worthy goal has not come my way in a looong time. aurgh!