So this weekend I have: Spent Friday night at a fifteen-person dinner in honour of a friend and former academic colleague who now lives in Germany but came back to Cambridge to give a paper and graduate; Left the dinner at 10pm to collect my friend M from the train station and take him back to our place; Spent Saturday morning showing M around Cambridge; Spent Saturday afternoon at Original Library Job, while also coordinating things for M and another friend, D, who needed to be collected from the bus stop but whose phone couldn't send texts to M's (which meant I had to relay texts between them); Spent Saturday night out at dinner and the pub with M, D and the Philologist in what was my first srafcon since lowercasename left the UK. We ended up being awake until midnight, hanging out in the living room and chatting; Woke up at 6am on Sunday in order to help sort out M and D's taxis to the train station; Will be out tonight at a second celebratory dinner for the friend who graduated. I love all my friends, but at a certain point it's just too much socialising.