That's the super abridged version.
Less than two weeks left. My roommate and I are going to start a count next week of how many times we hear people say "we're going to hang out when we get home, right?" I'm guessing somewhere between 45-55 times. She's guessing in the triple digits.
I wasn't able to go to the exhibition but it was apparently a success. The man who set up the entire thing was very excited and started it off by shaking a beer bottle violently and then opening it. He cut his finger in the process and had to be rushed off to get a few stitches. Quite an opening act. Here is a picture of my work up. Don't mind the glare.

And here is a picture of the space it was at (in the communications building on the campus):

That's about all for now. Here is a rough draft panorama with that metal counter from last post.

It has rained all weekend.
Megan
2 comments:
we really ARE going to hang out when you get home.
So glad you are better. As Titus would say, SCARY. Gonna be seeing you soon. Yay
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