Ah-ya pregnant, love?

So, not to buzzkill my resplendent day, it was indeed tops, but a guy asked me tonight if I was pregnant (granted he was a drunken bum carrying a sleeping bag, but still...). And then when I said no, he persisted. That can be a real blow to the self-esteem parade, which is already severely damaged from being from Mtn. Brook, AL, and living in THE WORLD! Anyhow, I told him I was expecting twin girls... Might as well let him enjoy the fantasy.

So, now I'll be reconsidering the aesthetic benefits of my sparkly-boo jacket b/c apparently it makes me look pregnant.

Other than that, as I was walking out tonight, I happened a very Rear Window-ish gaze, seeing all sorts of lovely UEA students as they made their suppers. It was absolutely loverly and gave a definite heart to this college that I hadn't experienced yet. Then I went out and didn't in fact see jazz but in fact it was "folk," which amounts to what we Americans would call Celtic Music. I felt like I was being treated to a live performance of Celtic Moods. Niiiice, so niiiiiiiice.

And then I almost saw a boy's wee-wee (except for not really at all, but who's counting) on my walk back to the Village.

Glory of glories what a day it's been!