Last night I went out with Cadenza to formal hall at St. John’s (where we’re headquartered). The environment was incredible, and the food was reasonable. I got to know my fellow Cadenzans a good bit better. A bunch of them went out to a “Queen’s ent” (ent=entertainment, in this case a costume party at Queen’s College) but I didn’t have a costume or motivation. Today I woke up and thought about the 2×20 minute erg workout I would probably have to do for crew. This has been causing me problems, since it has tended to happen at about 12:30. Since the buttery is only open 12-1:30 and I can’t eat directly before a workout, this meant, essentially, no lunch. I’d had enough of trying to scrounge my own food on Saturdays, so instead I preemptively did an hour steady-state at 11 or so and immediately afterward went to lunch, which is served all of 20 feet from the weight room.

I had expected to show up in the cafeteria with the classic soaked sweat pattern, and had planned simply not to sit near anyone. After all, Saturday lunch is usually very sparsely attended. I was not expecting to stand in my drenched t-shirt between a huge number of suited businesspeople here for a conference of some sort. It was all rather embarassing.

I wrote up a report for Spanish, which was supposed to be a fictional diary of a Cambridge freshman. This turned out to be really easy; I just translated a few of my first blog entries. After dinner I went with a friend to see a play, called A Small Family Business, in which a third friend was acting. Along the way, we were accosted (i.e. hit on) by men who, from their decidedly feminine shawls and definitely female companions, I take to be either gay transvestites with female friends or two straight couples out together (but still some of them transvestites, possibly by accident). Either way, all four were exceedingly drunk, possibly sufficiently drunk that such distinctions might not have been significant.

The play had the distinction of being a comedy in name only. While black comedies contain some macabre elements, this play was actually a tragedy with jokes. Thinking about it afterward, drawing on my dim memories of high school freshman English, I believe it is a true Tragedy, as it includes a Tragic Hero with a Fatal Flaw and all that.

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