|Yummy yummy yummy, I got love in my tummy.
Mad Scientess Jane Expat
I saw many adorable people this weekend. Brace yourselves, for I actually took photographs of them.
This is Aine, pronounced AHN-yah, the tallest twenty-month-old child ever. Okay, maybe not ever. But she's 35 inches and she's not even two. Her father is 6'5". Her mother is 5'8", and she's the short one in her family. Aine's going to be a monster. As you can see, this picture was taken before she'd made up her mind whether or not I was trustworthy. After an agonizing ten-minute trial, the jury decided in my favor when we found out that both of us love eating animal crackers and dancing.
Sasha, on the other hand, adores me without reservations. It took her a minute to remember me, but as soon as she did, she rolled straight over and presented her belly. The slut.
I ran into an Italian physicist and his lovely wife. He just finished his degree at Caltech after a five-year hiatus, so we were all bursting with pride for him. He'll be going to UCLA to study loop quantum gravity or some such rot, which means that she'll be retaining
dominance her position as sugar momma for the next few years.
I went out to dinner on Saturday with a pair of slacker rock-climbers. The man on the right who's attempting to look stern is one of my oldest friends. The picture doesn't convey his personality properly. Although I guess it's pretty clear that, like his girlfriend, he's trying to stifle a laugh. Usually he has a grin on his face that's as big and gummy as mine. In fact, when we used to hang out regularly, people would ask us if we were brother and sister.
Yesterday afternoon, I paid a visit to someone who fed me homemade blueberry muffins and coffee. Josh, you win the award for Best Friend to Drop In On Before a Long, Boring Drive. I'll make you a certificate in honor of this monumental achievement. You can hang it next to your Ph.D.