In which a pretty good weekend is had

Last night I discovered that if you wear a black lace evening gown to Vodka Revolution on a Saturday night you don't look out of place at all, but small almost-empty pubs where you look ridiculously overdressed are still preferable. Also that going out with someone who's worked as a bartender is excellent because you always end up drinking the best possible thing.

Then today I discovered that the university library, which has only one copy of the Derrida book my entire class needs to read for Tuesday, has two copies of Stephen King's "It". And they don't have Walter Benjamin's Arcades Project in translation, but they do have the book he (Benjamin) wrote about smoking weed. My crush on the library is fading fast. Fortunately tonight it had the asset of containing Ian (the one I went to college with; as ever there is a wealth of people named Ian in my life), and we stayed in the conference area and talked most of the night, then did a token half-hour of work before getting thrown out.