There was a big formal graduate party at Brown last night.  I ate some pizza and started dancing because no one was dancing.  I danced while eating pizza.  The whole night other graduate students asked me what program I was in.  I said, “Geology.”  I told people I was going to Antarctica in a month.  Also, the guy who ran karaoke on thursday was at the party and the after party.  I went to IHOP with him at 4am.  He ordered a sprite, an orange juice, a water, a western style omelet, and pancakes.  I ordered a Spanish fajita omelet.  We sat across from each other and ate in silence.