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Instead of barhopping, last night we went to Kim Son with Lee and Corita and the quiet nondrinking people, because everybody else went home; Bill got an important phone call, Ian was tired, and Salad was sick.

This is going to be very different.

Salad's on drugs because of some amoebic something he caught in Bolivia, so he can't drink this trip. No tequila-induced madness this time, but he admitted he didn't need to be drunk to be silly. Mama declared he didn't need the social crutch. Should be interesting. Probably good for his liver.

I want to see the archeaology museum downtown. It's supposed to be really cool. Go Aztecs! Last time we did the pyramids, and I still have the tan line from my rainbow sleeveless shirt.

Here today, gone tomorrow

It will be fun. And I don't even have much homework! Yet.

Guess what else we're singing at Rice? Play On, Invisible Harps! We sang that at Roger's, several times, and even recorded it! Interesting how everybody does the same thing at the same time.

Oh, and I saw Kasia at Rice, too. She's going there now, the Rice-Baylor program, and she's in Chorale. She was in Madrigals last year, and highly amusing.

678 out of 2569. Wow. It'll probably be done by the time I get back.