Although i didn't get to dance on tables (goal de jour) tonight, it was still a great night. I saw people i really adore and had some yummy cake and excellent taquila. I also had a following exchange:
D: I question from time to time if i should have studied literature instead of history.
Me: And i find myself thinking that maybe majoring in history was the way to go for me.
I then made tea for two very high boys - who were sweet and thanked most well. Plus i met Chicken Masala in person and learned about Jesuits. I'm glad i got to celebrate Alisa's birth.
Motto To Remember:
There may be trouble ahead
But while there's music and moonlight and love and romance
Let's face the music and dance
Before the fiddlers have fled
Before they ask us to pay the bill and while we still have the chance L
et's face the music and dance
Soon we'll be without the moon, humming a different tune and then
There may be teardrops to shed
So while there's moonlight and music and love and romance
Let's face the music and dance
Dear Lord, this is such a dear diary post. Please execuse!
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