We went to a goodbye party for our neighbors (the bipolar rabbi, his beleaguered wife, and their hyperactive son) and had a BLAST.
The hosts were great -- he is a physics prof at YSU and he and Jon have several colleagues in common and were chatting away like old friends before 5 minutes had passed.
His wife is an extremely WASP-y looking Grosse Pointe native, but appearances can be deceiving -- she was actually a pretty normal, down-to-earth human being. Go figure.
Emily, also, ran off with two girls (4yo and probably 7yo) at the party before we'd been there five minutes. Usually she velcros herself to my leg for the first half-hour or so. The only downside was she learned about GameBoy and all that other video game crap, but we still aren't ever, ever ever going to buy it.
I had a few glasses of wine and one beer, and lots of great conversations with intelligent people. My god, what a change that was from the usual gatherings we attend. It was *almost* like being back in Michigan.
It feels kind of nice to be a little drunk, too. I can quite see how easy it would be to knock back a few every night. I don't feel wasted; just happy, somewhat energetic, and full of myself. Obviously I can't do this all the time, but occasionally it seems to be good for the soul. I don't want this to become a habit, and in any case, it's one thing to do it at a party and quite another to just do it at home -- it wouldn't be nearly as fun that way.
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