On Saturday all the interns drove up to Lancaster PA. One of the guys lives up there, and we raided his house for pots and pans. The landscape is gorgeous - rolling farmland, horses and cows and even alpacas, and more Amish than I've ever seen in my life. I was on a buggy high.
We wound up having a great time - the boys were fantastic cooks (veggie lasagna) and nothing brings young adults together like pop music from our youth (and, well, the beverages didn't hurt). It's odd, but I think the intensity of the first week has made us all feel really close. Last night my three roommates and I sat and talked for an hour - it was very cozy. Of course it makes me miss my Athens roommates hard. And the boyfriend. Oh, I miss them.
Food was really difficult all last week, because a) everything was willy-nilly and unpredictable and b) they kept feeding us. We went to a cookout, a reception, and a lunch. Plus living in the dorms again brings its own challenges, although we have a stove and full-size fridge. I don't want to have to buy a scale, but I don't want to go for nine weeks without knowing what I weigh.
Sorry for the super-personal post. I'll get back to my hard-hitting commentary, I promise.