Give me sleep or give me death!

There was another costume party last night, organized by a group of students that had just finished midterms at a different university. It may seem like all I do is go to parties, and it's true this weekend, but school stuff is all pretty much the same: some of my classes are great, some aren't so good, I still wonder what I'll do after, etc. It's not very interesting.

Nonetheless, I'm having a great time goofing off on the weekends, as you'll see by the following photos:

Saturday, instead of studying Claire and I had a picnic, on her bed. We were just kind of lazy, but the weather was also deteriorating so it was actually better this way. Before this I'd spent the morning trying to remember how to do math. It's really sad how bad I've gotten since the days of Calculus 1B (though Matt will be glad to note that I now stop doing homework at the drop of a hat, instead of continuing my old habit of working on math problems during band practice). Coming up with a compound interest formula taking recurring deposits into account shouldn't be that difficult. In my defense, I only got a few hours of sleep Friday night. Anyway, here's the start of our meal. We started with avocado and chips, then moved on to smoked ham with bread and cheese, with a glass of wine, and some cookies at the end. Quite lovely:



That night, the costume party theme was the US, to celebrate the admission of the host Olivier into Boalt law school at Berkeley and Ina (the Cambridge girl) into Harvard. Another boy, Marcello, also recently got into the American University of Paris. I did The Dude again, and Claire didn't have a costume, but since she's half American she could pull it off with whatever she was wearing. In any case, there were enough gangster hats to go around:



We also learned how to do this snappy roll-a-hat-up-your-arm-and-onto-your-head thing. It's very simple really, but to the uninitiated it looks incredibly cool. Not having a video camera, I couldn't get a shot of it, but here's the result. I feel like Jay-Z!



Sadly, that's not my necklace. As for the post-it note, it was originally for one guy who'd come as an obese McDonalds customer. It was very impressive but I didn't get any shots.