“We can always sleep when we go home…”

This week has been wonderful. I have spent a lot of time just hanging out with the wonderful group of friends that I have made this semester. A lot of them are the people I hung with all summer - just a great group of people. Friday night a few of us went to an all night dinner and had coffee (or hot chocolate) and witnessed a bunch of punk kids get kicked out of the place. It was very entertaining.

Saturday was graduation day for a lot of my friends. A few of them are already in the grad program here, but had finished their undergrad this summer and were just now going through the ceremony.

Last night started with coffee and just hanging out and enjoying lost moments. One of my friends is going to England for a semester, so we’re seriously going to miss her. Anyhow, we wanted to go have an adventure so we went downtown to the Green Mill, a wonderful old Jazz bar on the north side. It took us an hour to get a booth, but it was worth it. The music was heavenly. Experiencing live Jazz is something I hope to continue, but experiencing it with these friends was just wonderful.

As a result of these wonderful friend filled weekend I am a bit low on sleep, but our motto for the weekend seemed to be “We can always sleep when we go home…”