Jumping castles are far more fun than people my age should be having.

Last night was the college Ball, which I didn't attend because of the aforementioned nuptuals. I'm quite glad about this now, because every report thus far has confirmed my suspicion. That being: $60 is too much money to be paying for an evening as pathetically ordinary as those people are likely to organise. Especially for "alcohol" limited to beer and goon. Especially when the Asian Studies Ball on Friday cost half as much and had an open bar. I'm a good college girl - my life revolves around alcohol.

However, today was the recovery. Always a lazy and illness inducing event, even if you weren't tanked to the eyeballs last night. This year there was a jumping castle, hence the opening line. Much precious German study time was wasted leaping gleefully. And, once J² joined the festitivites, dodging getting tackled every two minutes. Honestly, that boy is testosterone on legs. Nice legs, though.