Apparently it is Kansas Day on Monday. Apparently in Kansas this is a big deal. Or perhaps I have just been invited to a Kansas Day party this evening ('cause, obviously, it's much more fun to party on a Friday) because Yan and her friend Cupcake are always looking for a fun reason to have a party. Though it does appear to be an official holiday in Kansas. To my knowledge, there is not an Oklahoma Day or a New York Day, and if there is, no one cares about it enough to throw a party for it, even one somewhat tongue-in-cheek.

I haven't decided yet if I'm going to go because the windchill outside right now is -7 degrees F and it's only going to get worse once the sun goes down. If it was at Yan's apartment, which is ten minutes walk from mine, it's a no brainer, but it's at a bar in the East Village and that means a lot of standing around in the cold while waiting for the subway. Plus the last time we went to that particular bar it was cold inside and it wasn't even that cold that particular evening. I think the test is going to be how cold I get on my walk home tonight; if I can't stand the cold in the two block walk from the subway, I'm not going back out. Which sucks, because I haven't seen Yan since before Christmas and we both said our New Year's resolution was to hang out more. Still, as much as I like Yan, I like not losing any part of my body to frostbite a lot more.

The only good thing about the cold is it gave me a chance to wear my newly completed wool sweater (not to mention my wool over-the-knee socks, which actually stay up if I wear them over another pair of tights). I'm quite warm and toasty at the office, even though it's very difficult to heat this floor adequately once the temperature drops below freezing (it is, after all, an entire city block in length and a mostly open floor plan). Now that I'm finally done with the sweater, I can start on my next project: socks for Radio Brother, who would probably consider a day like today an improvement after what he's been living with.

We managed to get through the Mother of All Workshops relatively unscathed, the biggest complaint being the lousy wireless microphone that kept emitting feedback when Former Boss reached a certain point in the room. But everyone got fed, and almost everyone managed to retrieve their book from the proper place, and Lala reported only one person showing up to our office because they couldn't be bothered to actually read the four emails I sent containing the actual location of the workshop. Of course there was the woman who arrived half an hour late and then wasted another few minutes complaining to me that she couldn't find it because she went to three other buildings that clearly were not the building named in aforementioned four emails. "They never put the address on these things," she said, brandishing a campus map that I know has the correct building --again, which she had emailed to her several times -- pretty prominently marked. I'm guessing what happened is she forgot to write down where it was located and just guessed a bunch of similar sounding buildings, but that is hardly our fault. Only 1 crazy complaint out of 100 is not too shabby for one of our programs. But boy, I'm glad this week is finally over.