Nothing quite like hunting peasants

If only we actually went peasant hunting.

Sadly, we simply had a dinner and dessert together, we merry band of British MPs from the 1530s. It was quite lovely, and my classmates are very entertaining and intelligent people. The weirdest part about that evening was to find out that Lucas, whom I presumed to be a devout Catholic, was actually a quasi-devout Episcopalian (or, as a non-American would say it, Anglican). It was maddening because all this time I'd assumed that he was playing well outside of his comfort zone since his character is a pronounced Anglican in the game. He just seemed so Catholic, damn it.

But yes, I quite enjoyed myself even though it meant I got no work done last night. I don't socialize nearly enough to remotely approach regretting this.

In other non-trivial news, I'm somewhat upset because the shade of purple from my new purple hoodie doesn't quite match the shade on my purple Chuck Taylor All Stars. That's just a bitch. I still feel like a male bird, though, prominently displaying vivid colors, puffin' out my chest and shit. Yeah.

Hasta la byebye, dears. I'll see you soon.