then go to new york

i'm off for the first of my indeterminate number of weekends away from swarthmore. this one is in honor of ben's father's birthday. being as he's russian and everything, a whole rowdy group is descending on an authentic russian restaurant in an authentic russian part of brooklyn. i mean, you think 'russian,' you think 'vodka' -- and you think 'vodka,' you think 'fun,' right?

it's too cold to do anything outside. or maybe it's too cold to do anything that doesn't involve vodka.