Dear. Bleeding. JESUS.
Mar. 4th, 2004 10:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
teiresiasPssshaw... this is definitely a night to remember.
First, another junior (a girl, initials K.B., must remember for future, no sobriquet as yet) and I went with Hot Irish Prof to the Harvard Club, not so far from Grand Central, for drinks, and sweet CHRIST is it ever opulent. Example: in the main lounge, besides priceless Norman-era French tapestries that look like they belong in a castle of their same vintage, is an elephant head provided by Teddy Roosevelt himself. No money changes hands inside the club-- ever-- and they have a library I'd cheerfully kill (or at least lightly maim) for. I had an amaretto sour, as they were unfortunately out of midori, and had a very civilized drink with my fellow Sarah Lawrencers. This, by the way, after I spent most of the train ride down in convo with the Prof, who's a fellow rower and has his own scull on Martha's Vineyard.
Then, the reception itself: damn good food and open bar, first off, with some of the best beef skewers and peanut sauce I've ever tasted. Discounting the train ticket down, it was free, and durn tasty to boot. I got to schmooze with alums and officials, some of whom were actually interesting, and while I think Case Western is probably not for me, considering that I have absolutely no desire to make a life anywhere in the Midwest, it was nice to get a feel for the profession. The Prof got fairly toasted, as well, and dispensed drunken wisdom at a fair clip. Important: must learn to play squash before I graduate!
Then, I had the dubious pleasure of hitching a ride back to campus with Steak-on-a-Stick and the Zion Mainframe, listening to gangsta rap and their cocaine business dealings. K.B., lucky her, has no work tomorrow and went out to a bar with some of the alums after the reception wound down. I do hope she makes it home all right...
So: one of the weirder and more interesting evenings of my life, lubricated by free booze. Do it again! Do it again!
Goodnight.
First, another junior (a girl, initials K.B., must remember for future, no sobriquet as yet) and I went with Hot Irish Prof to the Harvard Club, not so far from Grand Central, for drinks, and sweet CHRIST is it ever opulent. Example: in the main lounge, besides priceless Norman-era French tapestries that look like they belong in a castle of their same vintage, is an elephant head provided by Teddy Roosevelt himself. No money changes hands inside the club-- ever-- and they have a library I'd cheerfully kill (or at least lightly maim) for. I had an amaretto sour, as they were unfortunately out of midori, and had a very civilized drink with my fellow Sarah Lawrencers. This, by the way, after I spent most of the train ride down in convo with the Prof, who's a fellow rower and has his own scull on Martha's Vineyard.
Then, the reception itself: damn good food and open bar, first off, with some of the best beef skewers and peanut sauce I've ever tasted. Discounting the train ticket down, it was free, and durn tasty to boot. I got to schmooze with alums and officials, some of whom were actually interesting, and while I think Case Western is probably not for me, considering that I have absolutely no desire to make a life anywhere in the Midwest, it was nice to get a feel for the profession. The Prof got fairly toasted, as well, and dispensed drunken wisdom at a fair clip. Important: must learn to play squash before I graduate!
Then, I had the dubious pleasure of hitching a ride back to campus with Steak-on-a-Stick and the Zion Mainframe, listening to gangsta rap and their cocaine business dealings. K.B., lucky her, has no work tomorrow and went out to a bar with some of the alums after the reception wound down. I do hope she makes it home all right...
So: one of the weirder and more interesting evenings of my life, lubricated by free booze. Do it again! Do it again!
Goodnight.
