Just thought you might like to know that I was invited to a wedding last night.

Yeah, some random Polish girl was going around the dorm asking everyone to accompany her to her roommate’s wedding on May 22. (Apparently that’s a very Polish thing to do.) I was just wondering how it’s possible that she, a girl from Warsaw, has nobody else in her life who’d go to a wedding with her. In any case, neither Fabio nor I had to make up an excuse, though; Fabio has a concert that night, and I’ll be in Berlin for the whole weekend.

Speaking of not having to make up excuses, I also recently lucked out in another area. My Spanish teachers here wanted me to participate in this weird bicentennial event celebrating the independence of the various Latin American countries (all around 1810). I never really wanted to do this, but I agreed because I figured it couldn’t be that bad, and all I’d have to do is read a simple poem.

But then I found out Angela (who’s studying in France this semester) is coming to visit me and Warsaw on that day and I didn’t really want to spend 2 to 3 hours holed up with a bunch of Spanish-speaking expats and goggling Polish kids.

Anyway, I started wishing I’d thought of a good excuse to get me off the boat—and then it happened: I found out the event was a black-tie gala, meaning I’d have to wear a suit. Well, seeing as I don’t even own a suit at home, I don’t have one here. And my dwindling Food & Rent Fund has long since crunched beyond what most would consider a comfortable budget. So, niestety, I had no choice but to resign from the centennial. Qué lástima.

(I have decided, though, that maybe I should get a suit when I get home.)

And now that I think about it, what would I have worn to that wedding?