Showering Magicians

Saturday, Liz threw a great bridal shower for our roommate. I had a very minor hand in the planning, really Liz should get all the credit. It was small, but that made it more inviting: I knew everyone there except Leslie's favorite professor and one of her friends from the music department. Liz's mom gave us a delicious punch recipe and combined with thumbprint cookies from Muncie (apparently all the rage down there) and Joy's pumpkin bread - we were set for an amazing time. Fun games, not annoying, perverse or ridiculously mundane ones. I hesitate to say I had fun, but it's true. I did.

Last evening, I met up with my cousin (surprisingly like me since childhood, although we didn't communicate for several years in our adolescence) who is attending a nearby university pursuing the same degree as me and several of my closest friends here. She's fantastically sarcastic and pessimistic; refreshingly so because she exists as a living contradiction in her amazing faith and her love of her family. She at once reminds me of myself, my mother, my sister Leslie, and a number of my close friends. I introduced her to The Saint and we both adored Simon the Magician for an evening.