julie came over in the evening for dinner and to watch the game. i wasn't expecting her but i had enough rice noodle soup for the both of us and she brought over some leftover mocha ice cream. the game quickly turned pear shape so instead we watched the season premiere of america's next top model. once again i pick the plus-sized girl to win, and once again she'll be eliminated because tyra banks hates meaty girls, even though she's no bean pole herself.
after julie left, i went over to rob's place in kendall square to check out their weekly art night. despite the relatively late hour (10pm), there were still a handful of guests mingling in the living room. supposedly they gather together to do something artistic, and for some reason i'd envisioned people painting; instead i found everyone wailing on a musical instrument. befitting a 2.0 social event, by the time i showed up they'd already recorded several songs, made a video, and uploaded some content to myspace under the name "hot cherries."
their friend lorena - a photographer with some lost mojo issues - showed me her nikon D70 which i got to play with. i suggested she should look into renting a fast lens to reinvigorate her creative juices. people started leaving one by one just as rob's german roommate came home slightly drunk (wednesday is the new thursday, and thursday's been friday for a while now). as the clock struck midnight, dave and i became the last guests to leave.