A girls' night out

I really need to be getting out more. One night last week I drove down to Columbia to see a screening of five student films produced during a media arts class last semester—a concurrent class with environmental history. The showing was called Tales of the Tidelands, and all the films were documentaries about the natural history of Georgetown—although they seemed to me more about the history of the region’s people. I imagine those histories can’t be separated. I picked my sister-in-law Shari up from work and we went together to the screening, which was surprisingly crowded and very interesting. There was a small reception afterward, with really good food (petit fours and strawberries in chocolate, yum), and then Shari and I went to dinner at a brick oven pizza place and talked. I was driving home and thinking to myself, my lord, I feel relaxed. And happy. What a bizarre sensation. That’s really just too bad. Maybe things’ll calm down when school ends—I certainly hope so. I’d like to feel that way more often.