Last night I made the second batch of chocolate chip cookies I have made since being here + hid them lest my mother reach them in the middle of the night. I lacked the foresight I posess today, and the first batch was not so lucky. The beast only attacks at night though, so they're on my kitchen counter right now.
Tonight after I've ensured the safety of the baked goods I think we might try to hit a gay club for drinks + entertainment.