We went to see a contemporary ballet (or something) today. Intermittent applause ruined my sleep, but I'm glad I saw that kind of thing once. I learned two things: dancers are strong and they apparently don't sweat.
A bunch of UGA people went to a bar/club called Shamrock last night. I doubt it'll ever fail to amuse me seeing Argentinian dudes trying to book out-of-towners. To their credit, the girls were loving it (maybe because they had the perfect opportunity to practice Spanish? I don't know). I practiced mine by talking with two guys outside that the bouncer wouldn't let in, and by the end of the conversation I had learned that in two weeks there will be a party in a museum somewhere with Argentinian girls who are crazy but not as crazy as Brazilian girls. Oh, and that it gets hot here in November.
After the ballet, we went to eat deep dish pizza at a place whose logo portrayed the nearby obelisk (think: mini Washington monument in middle of 10-lane road) rising out of the center of the pie. I laughed, and I hope you understand why because I'm definitely not writing about that any further.
In conclusion (the next paper/essay I write will have a conclusion paragraph starting with this; at this point it's probably pretty unique), I will give you a quick sampling of the pizza toppings our group ordered.
Ham slices
Tomato
Blue cheese
Onions
Olives
Ok.
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