Of Linguistics and Dinner Parties

And then life got really busy. My class started Tuesday and is very early in the morning. So far its fun. I don't really know much about linguistics, so I truly am dealing with a new subject, rather than a different subset of a familiar one. The homework (and there's lots of it) is also different than my normal classes because its active. I'm making flashcards and completing worksheets, instead of just reading, reading, reading. I greatly enjoy the people that I'm in class with and, oddly, doing the commute to school.

Part of said reconnection with some wayward fellow students involved me having a dinner party (not as fancy as it sounds, just three friends from school, my brother, and I) last night. If I was into anonymous names for people, I'd probably call my one friend the Gay Gourmet. He's my hero. He's super organized and always finishes his big papers months ahead of time. He's an awesome cook and can entertain like nobody's business. So in inviting him, I invited pressure because I wanted to impress. I riskly decided to try making something brand new for my guests. Pizza from scratch! It turns out the dough is rather easy; I just followed the recipe in Better Homes and Gardens. I then had tons of toppings: onions, mushrooms, broccoli, chicken, pineapple, tomatoes; various cheeses: cheddar, feta, mozzarella; and multiple sauces: marinara, barbecue, and Alfredo. Everybody then got to make their own pizza with whatever he/she chose. I will admit my timing was less than stellar and four of the five of us ended up working on cutting up toppings, etc. But, I think, fun was had by all and the results were delicious.