is what the cat brought upstairs this morning. alive, no less. WHOA, team kaila. valiant effort by caitlin with one brown glove and a pair of chopsticks.

last night, at 7:23, i remembered the "singular women" show opening at theaterworks in hartford (http://theaterworkshartford.org/) from 6:30-8:30, the first show that i wrote all the wall labels for at the museum. WOOP so my amazing hausmates made a mad dash and we left the haus to try and make it. at 8:39, when we got there, it was CLOSED. how dare they take away the free wine and cheese spread right at 8:30? and lock the doors? fools.

so we went to black bear and had some wine while we chatted with erin (hilariously my little in the frat... perhaps one of the better characteristics of my membership) and then came home, stopped for some s'mores provisions, and had a bonfire. which was, in fact, a fantastic idea.

the bonfire is the most essential of the warm-weather hangouts, i think. something about it just screams freedom, which i think is one of those life-concepts that is starting to stare us all in the face. at least, i hope so. in any case, may, glorious may, will be full of bonfires and hangouts.

so much work to do, but today is the human rights festival! DEAD PREZ is playing a free show, which in itself is enough reason for me to pee myself, but the lawless coast is playing too, and there's usually a myriad of hippie dippy activities to partake in and people to talk to.

with kristin as my wingman, wine as my lubrication, and the new jenny lewis cd as my... well, who knows, because i haven't listened to it yet, but when i do, i'll know...- i'm off to tackle the alternative crowd of uconn. goal: new, good people for my life. our lives.