it's entirely too cold for flip-flops.

bo and i met up for a late lunch before he caught his plane back to san francisco. after quesadillas at nacho's kitchen, we wandered around campus for a little bit. actually, we snuck into butler library (i'm still soaking in my newly discovered resistance to institutional authority). on the third floor, there is a random spiral staircase that leads... into the guts of the building. it winds up about three flights and leads into a dimly lit, narrow hallway which wraps around the dome. about 15 feet down the hall was a stair case that led to the dome, and a door that opened up to the outside, where we could step out onto a gravelled terrace and look over the campus. the view was incredible, and it felt great to be removed from the chaos of school and new york for a little while.

plus, i like secret places.