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A vignette!

Last night after rehearsal, a bunch of us went to House of Pies. We split into two tables, on opposite sides of the restaurant. I sat with Dan, Kira, Stephan, Katie, and Meghan. I felt old when I realized that Dan and Kira are four years younger than I, and Katie and Meghan are five. (Well, age-wise, maybe three and four, which doesn’t sound quite as bad.) But I love all these people. Really nice, fun time. Dan and Kira are just really pleasant people, and it’s always happy to be around them. Katie is fascinating and I want to know her better. The same is true of Meghan, although her fascinatingness, while apparent, is further below the surface than Katie’s is.

They all left after eating, and I was the 1 in the carfull + 1, so I joined the other table for the end of their hanging out. Just as they were starting to leave, I began to tell a new (to me) joke. “Ok, so there’s this girl antenna. And she meets this boy antenna, on top of the roof. And they *really* start to hit it off.” And at about that time, everybody started moving toward the front of the restaurant, and I followed. But it turned out, the people at the table next to me were listening, and wanted to hear the joke. So I went back and told them the end, then went back to the front of the restaurant and told Lauren, Hsing-Hui, Geoff, Andyr, Liz, and John. “So they decided to get married. And they invited me to their wedding, because I was a close personal friend, and well, the ceremony was ok. Nothing special. Nice, I guess. But the reception was excellent.”

John threatened not to give me a ride home, but then he did anyway.

Two more days in Houston.