jealousy and saxophone concertos

Just got back from a lovely soirée at my friend the diplomat's new apartment. This guy is on a year abroad from the Columbia public policy grad school, has a job with the foreign service as a diplomat, and has a sweet apartment paid for by the government. Oh, and he's 25 too. I wish he weren't a cool guy, cause he's the perfect candidate for someone to hate out of jealousy. Not that I want to work in the foreign service.

You should also know that he's quite handsome, as far as my taste goes. He's also extremely personable, and he's got a flock of Italian girls that always seem to come out with them. The mix at the party tilted heavily towards hot girls. I went with Claire, and she talked for a while with this really cool girl from my masters who has great clothes and plays contrabass, and this classmate says Claire is ok. Just in case any of you were wondering.

Oh man, I can't keep my eyes open. Off to bed now to catch up on some much needed sleep. The saxophone guy had better keep quiet until noon.