yo ho ho and a bottle of rum

Wharton's halloween party rocked. I went as a pirate, complete with clip-on ear-ring. Yeah, yeah, I know: scary.  Deepti went as a naughty schoolgirl, due in part to a malfunctioning sailor-girl outfit. Transit was jam-packed by the time we got there, which was around midnight. Since I wouldn't have recognized anybody anyway, I didn't try. Random he-devils (too many people dressed in drag for my taste) were introduced to me, and at least one person tried to make conversation with me, at which point I glared at them from the other side of my key-holed eye-patch, but that didn't seem to have the desired effect. An innocent brunette clutching an apple in her hand, dancing inside a black leather settee with a removable top (of said settee) turned out to be Laurie. We danced a bit. Then there was this Indian woman she-devil who kept finding my behind to bump into all night long.  I swear.  I didn't mind too much.  She had a velvety behind.  Velvety red. But not enough skin, I must say.  There was a police-woman who was bumping and grinding and grinding and grinding this guy in a toga.  But still.  Not enough skin.  I'd heard crazier things about Wharton parties.  What up?

The rest of the weekend was pretty boring.  Deepti was studying for her "Finance" mid-term.  Here's my exposition on Wharton v. Chicago GSB.  Wharton: pre-fixe curriculum makes for a somewhat simplistic and tedious "core".  Their Finance class is mostly about NPV and growing annuities.  I don't recall any one at Chicago GSB ever teaching me annuities, growing or otherwise. It was mostly stuff you either knew or picked up along the way.  The only upside of a fixed curriculum is that everyone is in the same classes, so you get to know your classmates.

This week is pretty light.  I have to interview a millionaire for my New Venture Strategy class.  It's good to have rich cousins.  Then there's an LBO case to do for Entrepreneurial Finance and Private Equity.  I liked the VC stuff.  This debt stuff is too scary.