Robertvisit!!

I'm sitting in Robert's over-sized dorm room, eating the candy she brought from germany. She also stole me a nice beer mug from some german bar (klepo's also got a piece of glossy white ceramic on her bookshelf...because she's not above stealing from ROADS) and bought a cute blue sweatshirt that I will LIVE in. Great Ceasar's Ghost, it's comfy.

Now, Robert is awesome. Not only because she's a blood-relative (anything related to me is usually awesome), but because she's grown into this adorable lady-type person with "Three Roads to Quantum Gravity" and "The Music of Primes: Searching to Solve the Greatest Mystery in Mathematics" on the shelf right next to "Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights".

We're going out to dinner in a few minutes, then back to campus to celebrate drinking. Or, rather, to celebrate the soccer team's trip to Germany with the very alcohol they brought back with them. They're a wicked efficient team, reader-san. They're doing a half-asses costume theme, with a few wearing their german-bough garb, a few with beer steins...Robert, being blonde and blue-eyed, is dressing as an Aryan. The party is at a sorority house affectionately known as 'The Brothel*'. Don't worry, gentlemen readers, I'll bring my camera.




*Robert says this name is derived from a texas ordinance that dubs any household with more than 7 female occupants a brothel. I think the name is derived from sorority girls being big ol' sluts. potato.,..potato.