JC's sister and her fiance, P&P, came over for dinner yesterday. Since both JC and I love to cook, it's always fun to have guests to eat our food. I rushed to the supermarket after work to pick up all the necessary makings of a penne vodka. Also picked up a crusty italian loaf for a touch of the authentic. Rushed to JC's apartment laden with bags, and Nixon and I quickly got down to the business of chopping vegetables. A bit hastily cobbled together (and almost forgot to add the peas), but it tasted fine in the end. P&P both helped themselves to seconds, which made me particularly happy.
P&P are about to get married in Germany this September, and we commiserated about the difficulties of planning a wedding long-distance. Nixon is going to start her MA in Journalism in Columbia, and we talked about the university, and journalism as an career. JC has just finished his Bar exam, and recounted anecdotal horror stories about taking the Bar. I told them about my decision to go into consultancy, and we discussed the vices and virtues of the consulting industry.
Since JC is moving to Europe on Monday, he gave away a lot of his old stuff to P&P. They left looking a motely crew, with chair and lamp and kettle in hand.
It was a cool and peaceful evening, and the weather invited a stroll through the university campus. So Nixon, JC and I bought ourselves refreshing fruit smoothies and sat on the Columbia steps under the star-spangled, ink-black skies. We stayed out there into the evening, beneath the grandeur and history of the university buildings, contemplating the changes to come in each of our lives.
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