24 June 07

Time:

About three hours, making up for two days of missed lifting by adding it to today's. I couldn't run after that, though.

Money:

$2, the LTC's favorite protein bar - chocolate mint, Third Avenue Garden or whatever it's called.
$?, sushi ordered in (although I haven't quite gotten that far yet), Ooki.

More interesting things:

Made it home from Patrick's lovely party - and the ensuing cab rides and pizza (which I guess are technically things I should include up there!) - at 2:47 this morning. Bad-ass, but not as bad-ass as Anne's truly outstanding reaction when a former nipper mentioned not only that Professor Bravo fixated on race in his course - not a surprise, now is it? - but also that he was insulted by a) people supposedly looking at him during meetings because he's black and b) Professor Number One patting his head? First of all, what the fuck is that about? We've BEEN in those meetings, and no one's looking at him for any reason other than that he's the new guy/fresh meat/do-boy, and they like to volunteer him for everything: suck it up, kid! That's the way it is when you're low man on the totem pole, and if you weren't so fucking blind you might realize that - as Anne also pointed out - you aren't actually the only person in the room of any given race. The part I really liked, though, was when Anne reacted so strongly to the reporting nipper's comment about Number One that I thought she was going to spray a mouthful of Maker's (Alpha Jr., anyone?) across the living room: eyes narrowed, neck snapped forward, cup-hand sloshed up, and... "Okay, Number One is like EIGHTY YEARS OLD!", followed by something along the lines of - I think - "She can do whatever the fuck she wants!" and then my small, nitpicky-but-valid point of "Uh, she wouldn't even be able to REACH the top of his head," which Anne hotly supported by hovering her non-cup-hand twelve inches above the bench on which we were sitting and agreeing, "YEAH! She's like four feet tall!" Way to go, team, and suck for Bravo that in hiding behind his thick-ass skull he's missing all the fun.