2 things.

1) The coffee shop on campus is advertising its new special - a latte with Irish cream, hazelnut, and some other stuff --

"THE IRISH NUT LATTE".

2) Last night I went drinking way too much with my one Dutch friend and two of his Dutch friends. There's these bars here and there in the city that are combo bars and liquor stores that have been grandfathered in under city laws, and we went to a Mexican one yesterday. There was this short, skinny old Mexican bartendress with fried black hair and bright pink lipstick, and she was like four feet tall and smiled in a very grandmotherly way, and she poured us $1.25 PBRs and $3 whiskey-on-the-rocks (in small glasses all the way up to the rim). Every once in a while she would dance to the music on the jukebox (all modern top 40 shit) when no-one was looking, and about 3 drinks in, my friend pointed out how above the cash register there's a photo probably from the mid-60s when she has this long, flowing black hair and is gorgeous, and is at the same bar behind the bar.