why I REALLY went to grad school

Who does it for the education? Not me. I've been to more costume parties this school year than in my entire life. The one last night was themed 'your hero.' Since it's kinda hard to pull off whatever peoples' real-life heros might be, pretty much everyone just went as whatever they could scrounge together. Thibault (see below) didn't even know it was a costume party, but the girls drew hair on his chest and christened him 'latin lover.' There was another, more unfortunate fellow who didn't have a costume who received one of those Mexican mariachi-style sash things, and was christened 'dirty sanchez.' Not being from an English speaking country, he had no idea what it meant. But a few of us were cracking up every time we saw him. Yes, very juvenile and all, but oh so much fun!

Here are some highlights:

The boyz: Antonio, yours truly, Thibault, and some guy I don't really know



There was a hula hoop. But I don't have any pics of me trying it out.



Julie was attacked by a pen.



Yours truly at the end of the night. Who here has seen The Big Lebowsky? Well, guess who was dressed up as 'The Dude.' It was quite a success, on the level of "badly-dressed." Wow, my room is so clean in that pic!

Anyway, yes, I did actually rollerblade through Paris in a bathrobe at 2:30 am.



Voil, this is what grad school is all about ... I suppose I should be learning stuff too, of course, but it's the weekend!