Last night was a lesson in the detrimental effects of peer pressure. Despite the fact that New Roommate Anna had just moved in, there were boxes all over the apartment to unpack, and I wanted to get work done in anticipation for Nik's visit-- despite all these things, when Carrie showed up in the last 4 minutes of New Roommate Anna's move to 'supervise', and suggested that I host a pool party this week, I thought it was a fabulous idea.
Baltimore has been hot, hot, hot this week and last night was no exception. For a moment last night, taking a dip in the pool, slurping popsicles with minors, eating Carrie's carrot chips* and C Lee's wonderful cherries, I believed it was all a fabulous idea. When the pool closed and Mike(? C Lee?) suggested we go out for pho, that seemed fabulous, too. And it was. All of it was fabulous until I was in my PJs, ready for bed, and remembered all that I was supposed to write last night. Perhaps I should have just called Carrie then. She could have told me how being a PhD dropout will be fabulous, too.
*Ah yes, weird carrot chips.
Moi: I can't put my finger on it but this has a perfume-y aftertaste.
Carrie: The first bite tastes kind of weird, too.
Moi: So it tastes bad in the beginning and end.
Carrie: But the middle is so good.
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