Went to several parties this weekend. At the first one, the police came three times before one o'clock. They always come, and they're always nice, but they pretty much broke up the party. I didn't mind so much though, as it had suddenly turned into one of those predatory parties where Luise and I were practically the only girls left in a sea of men. I felt like a little bunny, about to be pounced on.
The next day, Shimon, Luise's exiled ex-roomate, threw a little get-together at his new apartment, right smack next to the emergency room at the hospital. We ate sushi and drank banana and vodka shakes. It doesn't get much better than that.
Yesterday I did barely anything at all. It was shabbat, after all. I did manage to finish my Arabic and a little reading, and I made pasta for myself and Luise, who has taken to sleeping over every Saturday night.