Warning: this post is very short and lacks the narrative substance of previous posts. Sorry.

Last night, after a lovely dinner at ... some place beginning in either the letter N or the letter B, fellow transfer student Danielle invited me out to chill with her long-time pal Alana and her roommate Caroline. (The aforementioned dinner was quite good. We got some kind of special mushroom pizza, whose leftovers I eagerly consumed this afternoon following my 12-mile run.)

We went to a brewery called Pyramid, a joint in the same vein as BJ's, Gordon Biersch, or Old Chicago.






Cheers!

After a couple beers, we all started chatting about who we like/diskile in the transfer group. It was good, juicy, gossipy fun. And aren't you curious who's on the s***list? Sorry, dear readers, that's privileged information. Ha!

Well, I'm off for a spin on the bike to try and relax these sore calves. TTFN, friends.