Physicists, Rembrants, and ravers. Oh my!

Friday night:
I went to a "hippie rave thing" along the Charles with my Train Friend. Not being a hippie or raver I did not know quite what to wear for the occasion. I put on a t-shirt with a flowy scarf and then put my hair in pig tails and with that the hippie drawer was closed. Then I ended up borrowing a whole bunch of bracelets from my train friend anyway who was much more appropriately dressed.

The venue was pretty interesting. The dancing was outside right along the river and inside was a bar. The contrast between the inside and outside was pretty striking. Outside you had flashing lights and people dancing with glow sticks. Inside it was like a North Woods townie bar populated with baby boomers. Outside there were thumping beats. Inside there was Patsy Cline. Inside there were darts. Outside there was tetris. I think you begin to get the idea.

The event was also eighteen and up, which means that there were a lot of people there who were not old enough to drink, including my new friend. Yes, it seems that one of these little underage kids took a shining to me. I figured out pretty quickly that he was pretty young. When I asked him why he wasn't drinking he said it was because he had to drive home. When I asked him what he did he said "everything good that there is to do." Translation: I live with my parents and I'm still in high school. Don't get me wrong I was flattered and I will probably never be hit on by someone in high school ever again so I should cherish the moment, but I'm not Mary-Kay Letourneau. Call me crazy, but I like it when my men are in fact men and can legally get into bars. I don't want to be worried that I'll be picked up by the cops ever time I go out on a date with someone.

Saturday:
Saturday morning I was pretty upset with myself for being the irresponsible person I am. You see I had to get up at 7:30 to go to a volunteer training session at the Gardner. After having gone to be at 2:30 the night before I was cursing my wild ways as I dragged myself out of bed. To make matters worse on the way there I got coffee and managed to spill half of it on my dry-clean only jacket. I walked into the info session feeling like a dishevled mess. I'm classy, what else can I say? This disheveled state probably didn't really help my chances to become a volunteer since not everyone is guaranteed to become a volunteer. I guess working for free is pretty popular at the Gardner. We'll see if I get the position.

Saturday night after I had rested a bit I headed out to a BBQ in Somerville with a whole bunch of cats from MIT. I was the only non-science, non-mathmatical person there. At point my friend introduced me to someone and told them I was not a science person and his response was "I don't know what to say to you." Yes, it's true I know nothing about mouse enemas or you know other complicated stuff, but you'd think there might be something we might have in common. I mean science people watch The Real World too. Don't they? I think I just had a very scary vision about what life must be like at MIT.

Sunday
I did nothing. Abosolutely nothing. Except sleep, does that count as something?