sundays have been good to me lately
Brunch at my lovely Mission Beach Cafe with Peter the Rocket Scientist, discussing Lee Smolin’s book The Trouble With Physics. Off to Dolores Park to see an all-women, feminist production of The Taming of the Shrew. I love San Francisco. Home, where Salome and Milo and later Kathy and Martha dropped by. Children playing sweetly. Roast chicken with caramelized carrots and ultralocavore salad – lettuce from the Prospect Street garden. Nerdcore dinner party with three of my favourite nerdcore guests, Danny and Liz and Ada.
Me: “Of course I went to Trinity, which is older than some Oxford colleges.”
Danny: “It’s not as old as mine.”
Me: “I can’t win here, can I?”
Danny: “It’s like some dark side of me takes over.”
Later:
Julia, from the bathroom: “Fire! Fire!”
Me, skeptically: “The bath is on fire?”
Danny: “Fire in the hold!”
Me: “Fire in the hold? Fire in the hole?”
Liz: “Yeah, fire in the hole.”
Me: “What did they teach you at Oxford?”
Danny, loftily: “Nothing practical.”
When Ada and Claire got out of the bath, Ada had anointed Claire queen, and kept accidently-on-purpose pretend-peeing on her and saying “Oops! Sorry, your majesty!”
“Well,” I said, “trouble is her middle name. What did you expect?”
“Trouble,” said Danny darkly: “not treason.”
