School was dumb and lame. Internet was also dumb and lame. I went to dinner with Meg, Gretchen, and Tevon, so I waited at the café and did mad homework until time to walk to the restaurant. It was really cold. My nose really is not a fan. I should ask if the same expression that they use for a pipe springing a leak can be applied to a really runny nose. Moving away from my perpetual catalogue of bodily functions...

Meg and Gretchen were running a little late, so I waited in the foyer of the restaurant. The waiters were not very friendly. The one that asked if I wanted to sit down gave me a really blank stare when I said that I was going to wait for my friends first. I know that I have an accent, but that's a really simple sentence and my accent's not that bad. Seriously. Then another waiter came out and said that unless our group had made reservations there was no way that we were going to be eating there that night. Man, fuck if I know if Meg made reservations or not. There's no need to be nasty about it, either. When Meg came and asked how long the wait would be, the waiter was nasty to her too, so I didn't feel quite as bad. Douchebags.

So we decided that Plan B would be Chinese on the island, and met Tevon at the metro. Tevon's a really huge black dude who dresses in black all the time. He's finishing up his Fullbright on conceptions of Russian masculinity and male gender roles, and he works with orphans. He also like to hoard small bills. In fact, Tevon may have actually single-handedly caused the shortage of small bills in Petersburg. He is also allergic to pork and really hates mosquitos. We had excellent Chinese food, and I had a good time talking with Gretchen.

In the words of Ivan, "End TRANCEmission!"