Not for the first time, I find myself wishing for the power of instantaneous transport. (Easily the best superpower.)

Because this is the weekend of Jubb's b-day party, for which I'd told myself I'd go back up to Lawrence, and a combination of poor decision making, bad luck, and inveterate cheapness has dashed those plans. If I was capable of moping — as opposed to simply being frustrated with myself — I'd probably be moping right about now.

Instead, I've been cleaning and wondering which movie to watch. Although when I think of the two good Jubb parties I've attended — Jubb's Illicit Birthday Extravaganza my junior year and the What's a Jubb party last year — to spend this night "in" seems vaguely blasphemous.

As much as I hate organizing things, maybe I'll make a go at it.

In the meantime, here's wishing a happy (and early, if I remember correctly) birthday to Jubb, without whom my last three years at Lawrence would have been far less exciting. If you haven't tried the Busticator, this is their high holy holiday: raise a glass (or two, or three) in salute.