i should be taking this opportunity to start studying for my criminal justice midterm. upstairs, the young gentleman is sleeping off jetlag. i woke up neurotically early this morning, at 6:40, to get to the airport with plenty of times to twiddle my thumbs, drink tap water, and reflect while i waited. at 8:15 or so he came through the gate, primly white-collared so as to attract as little undue attention as possible. becca, who so often commented last year that he looked like a terrorist, would think this wise. on the ride home i defended my ignorance of the language with the passion of one whose guilt is clear. my excuses are pitiful: i don’t meet danes as my hallway’s silent flickering is interrupted only by the periodic cries of a baby; i’m not taking a class.
actually last nite at andrea’s, i met A.C., a young dane with whom i was greatly impressed. although he insisted lamely he had to go work on CS, we covninced him to sit with us, the group assembled for Girly Drink Night, and keep us company. he acquiesced and andrea radiated. when the crowd grew unwieldy he fled. we finished the bacardi breezers and made crepes, popcorn, and rum punch (i think of that scene in Mary Poppings where she’s doling out medicine, a different flavor for each child, and for herself, “rrrrrum punch.”) we played a drinking game which involved a pack of cards, laughed our heads off and finished the whole bowl. katie demonstrated the universal sign for oversharing and sam calmed down from her traumatic experience on the bus. a drunk threw first a beer bottle and then a pack of cigarettes at her, screaming in danish and barring her way. in tears finally she climbed over the back of her seat and called her host dad. A.C., present at the first telling of this story, was astonished that no one offered to help her. andrea warmed to 150 watts, nearly blinding. but for a good cause.
that was the follow-up to my equally lovely afternoon, wherein i finally met up with a girl from my dk pol class. we had lunch on the way to the dfi, chatting, bonding. she made me feel lowbrow listing her top three films as i had only vaguely heard of them. we saw dr. zhivago, sincerely acted, epic and silly. we were laughing quietly at points by the end. people who are not russian should not make movies about russia. still, we agreed, it’s good prep for visiting the country.
i feel like i should have a plan. of course i don’t. heather suggested riz raz for tomorrow lunch, an excellent idea. hopefully everything else will simply fall into place.