The Weekend

Spent most of Friday evening at an airport, waiting for people that never came. Spent the rest of it craving and then making fried plantains. Also, got $6.36 by cashing in a Snapple bottle full of pennies.

Star of India is a decent Indian restaurant. It's on West Edison in Mishawaka and worth the drive. As good as Lancaster's Taj Mahal, though the staff seem equally dubious of my claims that I really do want my food very hot.

Helped load Celeste's things onto the van and now she's in DC and I'm trying to come up with something to say about John D. Roth's spiffy little book.

But after leaving Celeste and now I had a series of strange events at Prude, beginning with arriving to see Amanda Friesen vomit over the railing and ending with spiriting Katie Yoder (who, the rumor had it, was vomiting earlier that evening) away from a weird tall guy with glasses. And when I got home I sat on the couch and ate leftovers. Then two people came home, one of whom does not live at the house. But you know I always love sleepovers.
posted by weiss @ 4:27 PM