promotion material

Yuri and I met at the cafe to drink tea over a group homework project. We examined a detailed 1832 map of Molokai to identify the cartographer's symbols and develop a legend against three other early maps, to figure out similarities. With our brain-boosting beverages, we finished the job in no time, and walked down to Yuri's place to waste a few hours before my appointment with my new internship director. We stopped at 7-11 for snacks, and walked around back to Yuri's studio apartment, waving at all the stray cats. Yuri poured us a couple of rum & cokes, and introduced me to DVR. I sometimes have a bit of Kahlua and milk before bed, and it has never done anything except relax me a bit, but rum turns out to be a sledgehammer to the head. Halfway through my glass, I turned my head and discovered that my brain hadn't followed. Yuri saw me sloshing my head back and forth in a telling manner, said that my face had turned red, and took away my cup. An hour later, I stood up to use the bathroom and the floor slipped sideways, smacking me with a wall.

"How am I supposed to go meet with L. about the internship like this?"

Yuri, who works with L., waved her hand dismissively, "She'll never notice. Just tell her I gave you a rum & coke, she'll understand."

I was fully prepared to cancel my appointment, but another hour passed and I found my feet again. We walked back up to campus, and I actually managed to have a really good interview with L. As I fetched Yuri from her office in the library, the head of circulation looked at me and said, "What about her, then?" It seems there was some question about who to train for the next promotion, and I volunteered by showing up. Yuri said it would be done, and we flounced off to class (ordinarily I find the term "flounce" offensive, but it is, in fact, what we did). We studied maps for the next 3 hours, and I came home to discover that, in my absence, Gavin had sat through the entire showing of Madagascar at the theater with my mom. Every time I take Gavin to the movies, he claps his hands over his ears and cries until I take him home, and we had just attempted to see this very movie only 3 days ago. Apparently, this is an act he reserves for me, and he enjoyed the dancing animals very much with his grandma. Annoying. At least Mike has promised that he will watch Gavin while I see the dancing lemurs one of these days. At some point, I'll get to see a whole movie in one sitting.