Spiritual evenings and crazy nights.

One thing I can say about our calendar of events here at the chaplaincy: it's extremely well-balanced. We have Mass here every Tuesday evening at 7:30, and we alternate between holding an event of either a more spiritual or social nature afterwards. Last week we had adoration and night prayer; this week we had a massive CASSOC pub crawl. Alphabet fancy-dress parties and pub crawls seem to be a big thing here: often people will come up with a costume corresponding to a certain letter of the alphabet for a night out, or as in this case, we planned our route to spell out CASSOC. I wanted to get some work done, so I caught up later and only spelled SSOC (lame, I know). We cheated a bit, actually, to cut down on the number of location changes, and combined the S's and the O-C. We went to a quite swanky bar called the Severn Shed on the waterfront and then proceeded to a huge, multi-level dance club called Oceana. It had several elaborate themed rooms, including a hunting lodge complete with roaring fire and antlers and a dimly lit, velvet-covered French boudoir. Bristolians are serious about their clubbing, it seems.

I don't have class 'til German tonight, so I'm going to try to get a bunch of reading done before the next CASSOC event, our fortnightly pub lunch this afternoon. I've been reading lots and lots on Augustine this week, still hoping that if I keep this up, a blinding beam of light will break through the library ceiling above my carrel and flood my head with the inspiration and clarity I need to get through the next couple months of writing and thinking. Seems reasonable, right?