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Jun. 20th, 2003 01:57 amSo it's, umm, very early in the morning, now. Rather than rather early in the evening. And, yes, despite my whinges about sleep deprivation, I'm still awake. This would be for the following reason. At about 8:30, I had already eaten dinner and done my homework, and I looked at my watch and thought "hmm, it would be incredibly uncivilized and equally stupid to go to bed at this early an hour, tempting as the thought may be." So I walked out my door, took two steps to the left (no, I didn't do the Time Warp), and knocked on Katie's door. "Are you doing the working thing or the bored thing?" She confessed that she was busily engaged in highlighting her map. So I stood in the door talking to her for a bit, and then we thought it would be more sensible to go for coffee than stand there.
So we walked up to a brasserie across from Métro Alésia and got coffee (we both ordered 'café'; they arrived in identical cups, but strangely, Katie's had a miniature dollop of foam and a tad of milk, as though someone had attempted to half-make it a miniature cappuccino. She was very confused); then we sat there talking about the most random of topics (foreign countries, English literature, movies, Harvard...) until about 10:30pm. At which point I commented on the time, suggested that it was getting dark and we could think about going home, and so we thought about it. And decided that we were having too much fun talking. So the next time I checked my watch it was 1:30, and we decided that going home would actually now be a good idea.
So a nice evening/night, which made me feel much better about not getting to go to the Musée d'Orsay. And I promised I'd write down one thing that came up so that the idea is not forgotten: a comparative study of the early days of Sesame Street and the Beatles' Yellow Submarine. There are, we feel, a number of quite valid parallels... (my own current thought on this consists of the Nowhere Man and Snuffalupagus, with many other equally obvious connections just waiting to pop up). Katie's promised to actually do this at some point; I'll be most amused if she ever gets around to it.
It's nice, Katie's one of those people that will happily talk but will equally stop and let someone else interrupt, so there are no awkward long silences and I don't have to constantly try and come up with new conversation topics because the first one has been exhausted in a couple of minutes.
Plans to possibly inflict this lot of girls on poor Sam when he arrives; except I can't imagine he'll mind too much, as they all have American accents and he has a Scottish accent and each group appreciates such things respectively. Just re-reading his e-mail, though, and thinking we may not overlap for more than maybe a day or two. Which would be incredibly sad. (Don't go to Karlsruhe, Sam!! Come straight to Paris!)
So we walked up to a brasserie across from Métro Alésia and got coffee (we both ordered 'café'; they arrived in identical cups, but strangely, Katie's had a miniature dollop of foam and a tad of milk, as though someone had attempted to half-make it a miniature cappuccino. She was very confused); then we sat there talking about the most random of topics (foreign countries, English literature, movies, Harvard...) until about 10:30pm. At which point I commented on the time, suggested that it was getting dark and we could think about going home, and so we thought about it. And decided that we were having too much fun talking. So the next time I checked my watch it was 1:30, and we decided that going home would actually now be a good idea.
So a nice evening/night, which made me feel much better about not getting to go to the Musée d'Orsay. And I promised I'd write down one thing that came up so that the idea is not forgotten: a comparative study of the early days of Sesame Street and the Beatles' Yellow Submarine. There are, we feel, a number of quite valid parallels... (my own current thought on this consists of the Nowhere Man and Snuffalupagus, with many other equally obvious connections just waiting to pop up). Katie's promised to actually do this at some point; I'll be most amused if she ever gets around to it.
It's nice, Katie's one of those people that will happily talk but will equally stop and let someone else interrupt, so there are no awkward long silences and I don't have to constantly try and come up with new conversation topics because the first one has been exhausted in a couple of minutes.
Plans to possibly inflict this lot of girls on poor Sam when he arrives; except I can't imagine he'll mind too much, as they all have American accents and he has a Scottish accent and each group appreciates such things respectively. Just re-reading his e-mail, though, and thinking we may not overlap for more than maybe a day or two. Which would be incredibly sad. (Don't go to Karlsruhe, Sam!! Come straight to Paris!)
