Back from Beantown, and a Farewell to Hatsu Basho

As expected, my Boston trip was awesome to the max. We (my roommate, her friend from high school, and I) managed to get there and back with only minor travelling difficulties. After a pleasant lunch with another of Jenny's friends from high school (a freshman now at MIT), I headed to MIT and met up with a couple of people I made friends with at Campus Preview Weekend as a prefrosh. Ben and Madeleine showed me a good time, cooking me an amazing dinner (complete with fried ice cream), juggling fire, and hanging out with me into the wee hours of the night.

The following day, I hit the town with Jenny and EJ, walking around the Common and doing a little shopping. It was a good time, but the subzero temperatures put a bit of a damper on things. The Memphis girls probably had more problems than I did, though. ; ) We got dinner at a kick-ass Italian place downtown, and then returned to MIT to finish out the trip by watching sumo through the live internet feed in an MIT cluster, alone. Sounds a bit pathetic, but I feel kind of proud.

As we were heading home the next day, a big blizzard hit the northeast, and we ran into some cancelled trains on our way back to Princeton, but in the end, we made it back to campus in one piece, and not too late to catch the band party and the last night of sumo for six weeks. I mourn the passing of my first, but certainly not my last basho. In fact, the Yokuzuna Deliberation Council has decided to allow me to join the Basho of Imagination. I am deeply honored. Doomo arigato gozaimasu! As an added bonus, Furidoman-san, former conducter of the PUB and a friend of mine, has placed into Japanese 102 for next semester, so three members of the fantasy sumo league will be in that class, which promises good times galore.

Other than that, I've been just killing time around campus with my friends, relishing the fact that I have no school work to do (for the first time since starting college). That and writing giant posts for my blog.