K and I went to RuSan's after a scholarship panel tonight. It was a lot of fun. I have never been there before and the atmosphere was very groovy. There were approximately a million people jam-packed into the tiny space. People from our college were there; I wanted sake but could find no one to procure it for us. We were seated across from a couple; by the time we had ordered our drinks, the manager moved us. He promised us sake for our troubles and delivered. So K and I had wonderful sushi (twelve tiny rolls of avocado... doesn't get much better) and hot sake, and then we went to Whole Foods and picked up some vegan cookies. M, G, and Al came into RuSan's right around the time we were leaving, and they got back as we started The Stepford Wives. I'm dogsitting for the weekend, so I had to cut out early. I drove back with Kanye West singing "Can't Tell Me Nothin'." The weather is much, much warmer, but I turned on the heat, low, and reveled in the company of myself and the quiet, comforting rumble of my engine. I thought about leg tattoos and dating the cute girl who came up and asked me questions after the panel. (Earlier, tipsy on sake, I declared repeatedly that I had met my wife tonight. But even earlier, without the aid of sake, I voiced this thought. She reminds me of Em's sister J. I am a fan.) I knew that she was being open and friendly in order to garner favor with the university, but I didn't particularly care. I briefly envisioned myself as a junior dating a freshman, listening to rap as we drove around Atlanta. At least in that scenario, I wouldn't be the one chain smoking the last two weeks of school.

But we'll see. My tummy is full and happy on avocado sushi and veg cookies, I'm staying in a house with an Actual Freezer, and I've found some apartments I can afford over the summer break. M has offered me her dining room if I can't find anything, which I very much appreciate. I was worried it would be very hard to find housing this year; turns out it's much easier having done it once already.

I'm planning on attending a bellydancing class tomorrow; we'll see if that happens on my sleep schedule, but it would be nice. I love spinning but I miss dancing. Then I have work at the gym with D, which means blasting rap from speakers and dancing and no bosses. And then I'm babysitting for four kids, sixteen dollars an hour, and I probably won't be back until 3 a.m.

Life is grand.