It turns out that Central's registration for international students is on the 3rd. I was scheduled to fly out the 4th, post wedding and hour of cocktails. And my housing doesn't actually start till the 5th. So come Monday, I'll be e-mailing frantically to see if I can come at the time I had originally planned, and if not I'll be changing my flight, paying some kind of fee for that no doubt, and then seeing if I can get into my hall a couple days early (there is actually a chance that might happen). All in all, it sucks. But that's life, I guess--one curve ball after another. I'll be sad to miss Kate's big day, though. And I was excited for bridesmaid-dom, though perhaps foolishly so.
In suburban news, Pirate caught a bat tonight! This happening reminds me of the old adage,
"Bats are just mice with wings, little girl."
It also reminds me of what a bad ass my little Pirata is. Oh, Hai dao, I will miss you!
(Can I just say, it's quite the slow news day, when I'm reporting the prey of my cat. Just putting that out there.)
Above, the victim of Pirate's assualt.