I went to my first New York studio party, and met a sex columnist and psychoanalyst with a penchant for art gallery openings. Really.
It sounds so much more interesting that the details: the studio was 200 square feet and the home of my classmate and his wife; the sex columnist writes biweekly, and is a journalism student/journalist in the rest of her time; the psychoanalyst is in training has a repressed Parisian draw to metropolises and is nutty enough (in my opinion) to want to raise his family in NYC; and they're all Canadian. It's amazing what can happen when you get a group of loosely-connected Canucks in close quarters for Thanksgiving and pumpkin pie. You guys should be proud of me -- I stuck around past 9 (when the other Greenwich Village 1Ls bailed) and didn't thoroughly embarass myself.
If one is female, however, holidays like Thanksgiving (i.e. those that involve food) never let you get off scot-free. Thanks to webcams and MSN Messenger, I got to see my extended family on Saturday. I was also chastised for gaining weight, in that well-meaning (ha!) way that middle-aged and elderly women do. Well, wasn't that just what the doctor ordered. Luckily for everyone, I don't have the emotional resolve at the moment to starve myself again.
This does not mean I'm not holding a very big grudge, though.
It sounds so much more interesting that the details: the studio was 200 square feet and the home of my classmate and his wife; the sex columnist writes biweekly, and is a journalism student/journalist in the rest of her time; the psychoanalyst is in training has a repressed Parisian draw to metropolises and is nutty enough (in my opinion) to want to raise his family in NYC; and they're all Canadian. It's amazing what can happen when you get a group of loosely-connected Canucks in close quarters for Thanksgiving and pumpkin pie. You guys should be proud of me -- I stuck around past 9 (when the other Greenwich Village 1Ls bailed) and didn't thoroughly embarass myself.
If one is female, however, holidays like Thanksgiving (i.e. those that involve food) never let you get off scot-free. Thanks to webcams and MSN Messenger, I got to see my extended family on Saturday. I was also chastised for gaining weight, in that well-meaning (ha!) way that middle-aged and elderly women do. Well, wasn't that just what the doctor ordered. Luckily for everyone, I don't have the emotional resolve at the moment to starve myself again.
This does not mean I'm not holding a very big grudge, though.
