Popped my noggin in the door at the Euc, where some Phi Kaps occasionally meet on Fridays for lunch. I recognized nobody, popped my noggin back out the door, and grabbed a sandwich at the Boarding House on my way to the Hillel to test my newly formulated principles of improvisation. They worked well, fueling two qualitudinous bits of output. After the first, I looked up and saw some guy standing in the shadows of the sanctuary doorway, extending toward me his fist, with thumb stretched upward. Ah, the strange customs of these locals!

I went with Mike and Brad to be fitted for a tuxado for the upcoming Phi Kap formal dance. Looking for a way to be flashy (as ever) despite the overwhelming standardization of men's formalwear, I selected a snazzy green vest, stylish turned-down collar, and bow tie. I would have worn my very own piano bow tie, but it has been many moons since I knew of its whereabouts.

The Jolt guys emailed, asking if I'd be willing and able to move to Boston very soon. Absolutely! I am ready to go the moment they are ready to take me.

BS&G with Vic and Dutton. Patrick, the guy behind the counter, asked Vic if he was “a guy or a lady”. (Vic is short for Victor, which should answer your current question.) Crazy Taxi was out of order, probably full of cash from DJ and me, but no matter: Patrick cooked us up some tremendous omelets.

G-Nate and his high school pal Meredith, who justifiably attends Miami University, chilled at my pad for an indeterminate amount of time. Perhaps I could have determined the duration had I been writing this entry significantly less than two months late. Torment me not, journal readers, for my tardiness weighs gravely on my soul, and I am already sufficiently tormented. Thank you for your support.