Well, I didn't get to go to the testicle festival. I'd be lying to say I was disappointed. The fact of the matter is that once you've dissected the testicles of several species, you're less inclined to eat them. And once you've seen the descent of the testis dance twice, you're more incline to groan when thinking about the gubernaculum testis-an embryological structure that pulls the balls into the sack. (Those are the technical terms.) But I guess I'd be amiss to say I wouldn't eat some testicles providing that 1) there was a good coating of fried floury goodness and 2) they were either on a stick or had an assortment of dipping sauces.
So what did I do with Joe instead? We woke up late then went and ate at Chipolte. Joe wanted Pizza Hut but his desire to please me outweighed his lust for greasy pizza that I refused to eat. I totally played the whinny girlfriend card there. But he was pleased because as we left they were playing Tom Waits. Then we went to the book store and I shot him down from buying me things. After that we picked up Alex, got my car and belongings and then hung out with Jackie and Casey. Jackie gave me a mom boost. It was cool.
Now I'm back at school. I got all of my final grades with no great suprises. I feel so much better about last block than the semester before.
Tomorrow is my last day of class this week; then I'm going home to DeSoto for at least two days. The weekend? Who knows where I'll be! Here, there, St.Joe? I don't know.
[EDIT-Originally, posted to Blogger on March 12, 2011.]
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