I wrote a long post about the past week. I didn't lose it because my computer crashed or something, I still have it right here, but for some reason I don't like this post, so you will never see it.

It doesn't give too much away, it isn't (very) boring or (very) predictable, it's just, well, I can write an interesting summary of an entire week but I find the thought of detailing my movements over the past seven days distasteful.

So here are the five most important things about the past week, in no particular order:

1. Megabus is great. If you're using Greyhound to go between major cities, stop. I've tried that, and it sucks. Some of the people who ride Megabus are less great. They travel with babies too young to sleep through the night, they fall asleep with their headphones blaring, and one guy made a cell phone call from the stall in the bathroom when we stopped. You'll find these people on the Greyhound too, I assure you. Meanwhile, Jenna and I felt bad for whispering when people were trying to sleep. This proves my theory that most Chicagoans are only as nice as they have to be.

2. Though it meant missing our program's booze cruise, I feel like going home for the grad party was a good decision. There was cake, and a keg of delicious 1919 rootbeer. I even played some bocce ball.

3. More importantly, there were a bunch of people I see only very rarely these days. I haven't talked to my old German teacher and debate coach Herr P in years — Josh and his friends seem to have some other nickname for him, but whatever it is it's super-lame — and I felt like I needed to check in with some members of Adam's family about this wedding thing. Also, I usually only see my godchild (I know! An atheist with a godchild — it hadn't hit me before!) and my other favorite cousin on holidays, so I spent a fair amount of time talking to that family.

4. Matt's g/f Kittel drove me back to the Cities, and we had what shall henceforth be referred to as the Long Conversation. Shattering our previous one-on-one conversation record by three hours.

5. I visited Jenna, then Jenna visited me. We moved some curbside furniture into Markie and Jenna's apartment, which was exciting because it might soon be my furniture too, and everyone seemed to get along so there will be no murders. Jenna and I did nothing much in Chicago except wander around, though she did get to see the zoo while I was in class. On Tuesday night it rained and we didn't go to the bars after all, instead we tried to play a two-person drinking game but without Ben to consult with, I couldn't come up with anything fun. I'm justifying all of this as "bonding," because I've never spent this long with Jenna before and because that will distract people from my failings as a host.

Now I'm on the other side of all that, and several dumptrucks full of minutiae that I didn't mention, and also I'm done, not just done but done-done because all the papers are in, though in hindsight I wish I'd finished them last week, early, but that's how it goes.