I'm growing concerned about David's graduate school programme. His first exam was ... wait for it ... OPEN BOOK. I don't know about you, but I haven't had an open book exam since middle school. His economics exam was a bit more intense, at least according to the Facebook statuses of his more-concerned classmates, and he did put in a fair amount of studying for it. At least he SAID he was studying. Here is evidence that that he may have also taken a fair amount of Snickers breaks:
Still, despite my joking around, he's definitely put in a good amount of effort and work (and not just on Angry Birds). Also, he seems to actually LIKE his classes, which disturbs me because his textbooks look as boring as can be (says the hippie-liberal-arts-major).
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You are probably wondering how we celebrated International Day of the Nacho. I shall tell you. First, we went to Tex Mex II in the New Town, which was absolutely fantastic. Delicious margaritas and perfect nachos. They were baked, not microwaved, and they weren't at all shy with the toppings, which included guacamole, beans, sour cream, a few cheese, butternut squash (a seasonal variant, perhaps?), jalapenos, and salsa. We are thinking about having David's birthday party here, since my secret plan to take him to Sweden for the weekend doesn't quite fit in with his school schedule.
Later that evening, we met up with some friends for a night out in our lovely neighborhood. We had to let them in on Nacho Day, which we celebrated again by trying out a different restaurant's nachos. They were average. To be fair, the nachos at Tex Mex II were so superior that this place didn't stand a chance. If we'd gone to the second nacho place first, we would have enjoyed them more. They were good -- nachos are always good -- but I could have made them at home.
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