The Band Plays On

I bumped into PuMan yesterday, a pleasant surprise on a beautiful day. He didn't call me by name but acted as if he still remembered me. There was a hug (but no awkward kiss a la Leash and PuWife, phew) and he told me that he thinks of me now, whenever he drives down 495. Yay Interstate!

Bumping into a famous professors you haven't seen in a long time is so much more fun than say, having to go to a professor's office every other second for petty things. For the past week, I have had to stop by the Soc/Anthro department every single day. Often more than once. We are at the point now when Lori, the department coordinator, questions if I actually go to classes, or if I just hang out at the department. Sometimes, I'm not quite so sure myself. Today, since the internet server was down and the Band Man is impossible to find in the phone directory, I had to go to his office to find out if a meeting we had with a community partner was pushed back or not...

Moi: Hey, look, I don't mean to come to your office every day-

Band Man: And yet you do.

Touche.

Oh. I'm also eating lunch with BSketch (who, it turns out, did not sketch the sketchy sketches) on Monday. The Band Man knows where I live (I pointed it out to him, we were right across the street). And Riles has a comment for every outfit I wear. I need a sabbatical from my professors.