Last night was fun; I went to Masters practice instead of the club team's since I had to go take a math exam at 20:30, and my old buddy G was there - first time I'd seen her in a long time. I didn't realize I'd gotten any faster, but apparently I have, because she used to be faster than me but last night she was a lot slower. We didn't get all that much swimming done, though, because R had a water bottle full of whiskey (yay, St. Patrick's Day) and was prancing up and down the lanes, giving everyone sips. "Just pretend it's water, that it'll rehydrate you!" Then, before I went to take my test, she insisted that I couldn't walk 'all the way' (under ten minutes) down to the physics building without enough warm clothes on, and swaddled me in her sweater, zipping it up to my chin as if I were a toddler. The cuffs covered my whole hands!
Anyway, I took the test and was one of the first ones done. I got an A - only missed two questions, one of which was a dumb mistake (I had worked the math correctly and had the right answer, but circled it as a negative instead of a positive). So then I walked home (feeling, admittedly, grateful for R's sweater at that point - what is WITH this weather??) and discovered R and D, a good friend of hers, doing some pre-drinking before going out. They had bought sandwiches and chewy Chips Ahoy, plus a bottle of Irish Cream (of course - St. Patty's!) and some Jim Beam. R was determined to get D drunk, but he didn't want to get as drunk as she was trying to make him, so he kept slipping me his milkshake-like Irish Cream drink so I could 'help'. He was pretty drunk already, though, because he held me captive in the kitchen for, like, ten minutes, rambling on about his high school history project while I was trying to make pasta. Until R came into the kitchen and asked me in Afrikaans, "Is he talking your ear off?" (literally: Is he talking your life away?), with a huge grin, knowing D couldn't understand her, and successfully changed the subject. ("Not everyone can speak German!" "German?!")
Speaking of which, F got back from Germany last night and apparently brought half the country's supply of Kinder chocolate with her (that's the company who makes everything with chocolate, wafer, and hazelnut creme... it's incredible), so now there are five boxes sitting on the railing of the upstairs landing. And since all four of us were just home together for ten brief minutes, the boxes are already half empty. Yes, we're girls.
Anecdote: While watching Discovery Health last night, I found out that the reason guys always stare at girls' chests and butts is because fat deposits (read: curves) send the message that that woman will bear healthy babies. I think I knew that already, but I'd forgotten it. So what am I gonna have - quintuplets?
One last thing: N, one of my swim team friends, has talked me into swimming across Lake Wauberg with her tomorrow. There's apparently a whole group doing it, and there'll be lifeguards in canoes and all, but It. Is. Going. To. Be. FREEZING. And there are alligators in that lake... though I suppose if WE think it's cold, it'll definitely be too cold for an animal that can't control its body temperature. And UF doesn't want to be sued; they wouldn't do anything stupid...
...but if you don't hear from me in the next few days, you know what probably happened. :)