Saturday I was out with some really cool people I hadn't hung out with so much during school. We stayed out late, hoping outwait the drunkards; but that wasn't entirely practical, and by 3:30 AM the bars had started to close and I was starting to collapsing. Fortunately, this time I remembered that I had brought earplugs for the plane, so I got another few hours of precious sleep despite the sottish asshats in the hallway.

I woke up around 6:30, and while I was on the verge of going to the shower, someone else beat me to it (Skidmore rooms are arranged in suites of two singles and two doubles around one bathroom). This didn't interfere with my plans until I realized it was two people and they gradually worked their way up to having sex in the shower. It sounded really sweet, but after about 20 minutes I casually said, "Hey, are you guys gonna be in there much longer?". They finished up 5 or 10 minutes later, so I don't know if it made a difference. (I put a towel on the floor before showering.)

My family came earlier rather than later, as I'd asked them to, but it was nice to see them, and we had a really terrific brunch at a relatively swanky place on what used to be a horse farm outside of town (being Saratoga Springs, most large plots of land outside of town are or used to be horse farms), so that was neat even with sleep deprivation. I rather evitably missed my plane in the afternoon, but ended up getting home at about the same time.

Well. The entire weekend didn't suck. But it's difficult to describe the crankiness I've been feeling from sleep deprivation, varying psychoglycemia (definition should be submitted in the next couple of days), and people pissing me off.

I got to spend some time with my ex-girlfriend, and we got to hang out at a time when we're both mentally healthy, so that was nice...sort of a completion/resumption of a process that was interrupted by a breakup and years of not talking. I didn't really have a tribe at Skidmore the way I do in California, so there wasn't a group of people I could expect to hang out with; and I failed to see a few people I would have liked to have shown up. Right now I'm thinking I'll skip the 10th reunion, and give the rest of the kids another 5 years to grow up before I see them again (see the previous entry for details).

And, of course, with my new digital camera, I took pictures.