... to pass the time in my room alone

i had a friend from HS visiting for the weekend. it was quite fun/busy. in the 36 hours she was here, we:

- went to a Henri Cartier-Bresson photography exhibit (he is the father of photojournalism & had pictures from many of the major events around the world from the 1930s-1980s)

this one was my favorite even though it's not very journalism-y

- ate delicious indian food

- saw a planetarium show about the african sky

- visited the long awaited Decatur Diner

i've been waiting 13 months for this place to open

- watched Stefon clips

- ran 4 miles/got slightly sunburned (70s & sunny in February? yes, please)

- brunched in Midtown and played "who is/isn't gay" ("Midtown, by the park" is code for "gay gay gay")

- explored my town square

- went to a peanut butter party

this was my favorite one

- hung out at an irish pub with some people who talked about their bosses' horrifically terrible social skills for 20 minutes. this experience reaffirmed my decision to leave the world of chemistry

- watch part of Harry Potter (until i fell deeply asleep)

... it was a really fun weekend, but i am fairly worn out. i so looked forward to sitting around in my house alone all day on sunday doing nothing. and that is exactly what i did. and it was glorious.