Weekend was decent. Went out last night and had a ball. And just in case you were wondering, instead of wearing a shirt, I wore an actual slip, from an actual Anthropologie sleepwear section, as a dress. (But I wore a boxy jacket over it, so it wasn't too slutty.) And I put up a blurry pic of myself because I am not entirely comfortable with being clear.
My friend and I attracted some characters before we even got in the door at the bar. They were fun/harmless, so we hung with them all night. One of their friends was an older guy who told me he was a philosophy professor. I asked him what he specialized in, and he started rattling off the usual Husserl, Hegel, Heidegger stuff. He trailed off, assuming I was a dumb blonde. And then I asked, "So, what do you think of Zizek?" BAM! He picked up his jaw and replied that he'd hung out with him about a year ago and thought he was fantastic.
I pretty much spent the rest of the night dorking out with the professor. I regret that I didn't dance, but I did get to use some fancy words. I will dance next weekend.
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