Friday Charlie left for Miami. I was toying with the idea of going with him. . . he was going to Liz's Med School dance with the three of Liz's hot, single, and (apparently) horny med-student/heiress friends. It sounded pretty boring, so I decided to stay home. (The airfare wasn't the problem, I was just so brutally behind on homework, etc). I feel a little vindicated since I guess a number of guys were in tow and Charlie spent most the weekend either at a mall or fixing Liz's car tire.
Friday night I went to Robby's birthday party. It was straight out of undergrad: lots of tube tops, cheap beer, blonde bobs (haircuts, you boob!), loud music, and they even turned the lights down. It was a mixed blessing when they ran out of beer. Twice actually. The second beer run just couldn't put a dent in the clientele.
Saturday morning, I went over to Julia's for brunch. Jenie, Tudor, and Sara were there and a couple students Julia's husband Adam knew from med school. The food and the company was first rate.