Brian Tivol
tivol@mit.edu 		After brunch, which Matt's friends wouldn't let me pay for, Matt gave me a few ideas about where to spend my afternoon.
He said if I needed a place to stay, he'd be more than happy to put me up in the lounge again for another night.
I told him I'd be fine for finding a way back home and wouldn't want to inconvenience him again.

He offered me his flannel to wear as he had the previous night.
I told him that it was a lovely day on Friday, and that the weather was actually very nice walking to and from the show Friday night. It would be difficult to return the flannel, especially considering that I didn't really need it.

He asked if I was sure.
I assured him I was.

We all left Matt's dorm; he and his friends turned left to go to their car to go grocery shopping, and I turned right to spend time downtown. I had absolutely no idea if I was actually going to be able to get home that night or if I'd have a place to sleep later on.

Three paces later it began to rain.