4 July 07

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The timing (or lack thereof, more accurately) of this entry is absolutely ridiculous, but at least the day was memorable enough that I can mention a couple of good details, all of which had to do with the fact that I...

Went to Professor Number One's house for the Fourth. The food was good, the fireworks were spectacular, and the visitors were goofy. This was particularly true of the only person there under the age of 18: a barely-14-year-old associate, somehow, of Professor Abercrombie, who apparently failed to attend to the "sip" of wine this kid was supposed to take but which she turned into a red wine slam. (Yecch.) At first I thought something was genuinely wrong with her, but apparently ADD mixed with enough instant alcohol to make someone twice her size a little fuzzy is what resulted in her exuberant introductions, including - bad call, kid! - one to Professor Number Five. "Ooh, your name is Number Five?! Ooh, we have... we have a person... [insert loopily tired trail-off here.]" "In Israel named Number Five?" "Yeah!" Har.

Was told by Professor Number Four, in his classic laughing-and-finger-shaking way, not to spread any rumors, which was slightly mystifying but still amusing; heard Anne tell Professor Number Four respond with, "Yeah, she's good at spreading," which was not mystifying in the least and also utterly hilarious. At that point I'd had rather a lot of wine, and Girts's story about spreadsheets at his store, which would have been funny in any case, pretty much sent me over the "you're a moron" edge and may have caused Number One to wonder whether we were in fact ever planning to leave.