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choco_froshLast week kinda felt like it was all frontloading for Sunday, which is unfortunate, since I had work to finish, things to actually do, classes to visit, sign the papers for, and then drop, etc... (And yes, I have been getting stuff done, even if this map is taking bloody forever). But Sunday was more or less the most important day of the week.
Especially if we take Sunday as beginning in the evening, liturgy-style. Saturday we finally had our neighbors, Peter (colleague, reading frantically for orals), Judith (Hungarian) and Gabriel (bi-racial, bilingual offspring) over to for dinner. ("No, that's why I said over for dinner--we're not Hannibal Lector..."). Which was pleasant, despite the amount of cake which wound up on Gabriel's chair. Anyway, a) they provided the cake, and it was very yummy, b) he had to be bored while we talked politics over his head.
"Wow, it's such a change not to be having dinner with pagans..."
This meant, of course, that I spent most of Saturday cooking. And baking, since I was doing coffee hour at church the next morning. As well as wrangling acolytes. It went fine--I was doing it in conjunction with our friend Vicky--but I did learn the essential lesson: always bake a double batch of cookies.
Vicky was kind enough to drop me downtown, where I was going to be attending the CT Real Ale Festival (annual event, with all procedes benefitting the Pediatric AIDS foundation). Also reputedly the biggest microbrew event in all of New England. Hence why I needed to be there an hour before it opened just to line up (Also why they can afford to jack up their prices this year). But it was great fun: it seemed less insanely crowded than in the past, and I'd arranged to hang out with Steven,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
straussmonster, and Scott Hiley, all of whom are enthusiastic beer fans with a fund of anecdotes. This had the additional advantage that we got to all taste one another's beers. So we were all got very happy (with the partial exception of Steven, who's developing an allergy to sulfites, poor man. Oh well, it meant he could dive us home.)
"So, you're not allergic to hard a'...?"
And speaking of old friends: today while heading into the music library to use theiir bathroom, I was surprised to be hailed from behind the counter by my former fellow-Fulbrighter James! best known to all of us for his antics passing out tickets for the Vienna Opera, and assorted other antics in Regensburg. I apparently completely missed the fact that he was doing an MA here. We'll have to hang out and reminisce some time.
Especially if we take Sunday as beginning in the evening, liturgy-style. Saturday we finally had our neighbors, Peter (colleague, reading frantically for orals), Judith (Hungarian) and Gabriel (bi-racial, bilingual offspring) over to for dinner. ("No, that's why I said over for dinner--we're not Hannibal Lector..."). Which was pleasant, despite the amount of cake which wound up on Gabriel's chair. Anyway, a) they provided the cake, and it was very yummy, b) he had to be bored while we talked politics over his head.
"Wow, it's such a change not to be having dinner with pagans..."
This meant, of course, that I spent most of Saturday cooking. And baking, since I was doing coffee hour at church the next morning. As well as wrangling acolytes. It went fine--I was doing it in conjunction with our friend Vicky--but I did learn the essential lesson: always bake a double batch of cookies.
Vicky was kind enough to drop me downtown, where I was going to be attending the CT Real Ale Festival (annual event, with all procedes benefitting the Pediatric AIDS foundation). Also reputedly the biggest microbrew event in all of New England. Hence why I needed to be there an hour before it opened just to line up (Also why they can afford to jack up their prices this year). But it was great fun: it seemed less insanely crowded than in the past, and I'd arranged to hang out with Steven,
straussmonster, and Scott Hiley, all of whom are enthusiastic beer fans with a fund of anecdotes. This had the additional advantage that we got to all taste one another's beers. So we were all got very happy (with the partial exception of Steven, who's developing an allergy to sulfites, poor man. Oh well, it meant he could dive us home.)"So, you're not allergic to hard a'...?"
And speaking of old friends: today while heading into the music library to use theiir bathroom, I was surprised to be hailed from behind the counter by my former fellow-Fulbrighter James! best known to all of us for his antics passing out tickets for the Vienna Opera, and assorted other antics in Regensburg. I apparently completely missed the fact that he was doing an MA here. We'll have to hang out and reminisce some time.
