This is not the Feve I know.
It's way too polite.
Also, did anyone else flipping through Readymade this month and say, "Oh look, there's Ben Ezinga, Josh Rosen and Naomi Sabel...that's nice," and then, in the middle of learning how to make a cute little cubby holder out of a tree stump, say, "WAIT! There's Ben, Josh and Naomi in my Readymade!" (Well, technically not mine, since I was extended-browsing in Barnes and Noble with no real intention to do anything but accidentally smudge the pages during my study break). Crazazy.
Unrelated:
So, last Friday night, I got out of school, and I was thinking, "This is Friday. I used to really like Fridays in college. And not just because it was the weekend...no, there was something about Fridays...what was it?"
And then it hit me: $.50 beers at TGIF in the sunshine, or the equally delightful rainy-day option of the $1.00 tequila sunrise at the Feve bar, followed by...TANK PIZZA NIGHT.
God, how I miss Tank pizza night.
Sadly, there was no happy hour in store for me, nor cheesey delicious pizza-y goodness. My Friday night consisted of mastering the finer details of blastulation and gastrulation (these are real things, not just funny words) while my future husband lay somewhat immobilized on the couch, covered in hives from some unknown allergic reactions. (Oh yeah! I think I forgot to post...we got engaged! We're getting married next summer ('08)!)
Happily, there will be some semblance of pizza night in a few weeks, when Ms. Claire and I have a little pizza-ful reunion at Iggies. Although, confidential to Claire, to whom I will send an email to this effect, my Bio exam was just moved up to Monday, Feb 26th, so is there any chance we could push our date back one weekend to the first weekend in March? Any day you choose, I'm there, and I'll even bring the beers.
