Tonight I went to an Earth, Wind & Fire concert with some friends. It's the start of the weekend here in Dubai (because Friday is the holy day, Thursday night is like Friday night back in the Western World), so we were living it up. During the concert there was no 3G or wireless reception (I checked often), so I just danced and enjoyed myself with my friends (finally -- I've been a stressball over admissions for the last couple weeks, leaving my e-mail permanently up, constantly refreshing gradcafe on my phone). It was a lot of fun. The music was loud and live. There was a hard cider in my system. The company was good. No complaints. No thoughts of grad school. Just living in the moment.
After the concert was over, we started walking back to the parking lot, and someone asks a question that I deem necessary to find an answer to online and pull out my phone. Trying to hit the Safari button I accidentally open my mailbox and it vibrates telling me I have new mail. Instead of telling them the name of the leader of the band on the Muppets (Dr. Teeth), I stammer, "I got into grad school!"
My stomach still hasn't recovered yet from the excitement!