And still I went to Daniela's tonight. I wanted to. So I went. So there. I brought some pasta and stuff over to her condo and cooked dinner there. To my surprise, when I got there, she told me it was Svetlana's birthday! Sneaky Svietchka!

So I cooked the angel hair and I opened the can of Ragu and was disturbed to find that it smelled and looked like that sauce that comes in the cans of Chef Boyardee. But I threw in some ground turkey, chopped onions, and LOTS of pepper/salt/sugar/basil and it turned out fine. Kim came not soon after I started cooking, and by 6:20 we were set. All that was left was Svetlana, who arrived much later. Me, Daniela, and Kim sat, talking, trying to ignore the rumbly in our tumbly (hi, renee). I got to talk to Kim for the first time, really. She's a nice girl. If you go to Emory, you might know her. Everyone knows Kim and Johnny O.

Anyway, Svetlana arrived and we sat and ate and it was good.

Here are some photos:

Clifton Foyer: Daniela lives in the Clifton. I am insanely jealous. You can get an idea of what the condos are like from the entrance.

Daniela and Rachel:

Svetlana and Cake:

And Rachel in the (marble countertop) kitchen: