Network Down

Last night, as I had foreshadowed, I went to a party at Advisor Who's house (where it seemed like Advisor Who has advised just about everyone in B'more-- he really gets around).  Naturally, my pierogis electrified the party.  That is slightly overselling my handiwork, but I was looking for alternatives to "rocked" and "kicked ass," and with my limited vocabulary, "electrified" was the best that I can do.  Still, people ate them up.  The party was surprisingly, almost disappointingly, void of awkwardity.  Except from the professor I least expected to be awkward.  Professor Mr. Alan Alda Rogers.  He seemed like just the nicest professor ever, and we had all fallen in love with him when he spoke at one of our seminars last year.  Too bad that after a quick introduction last night and a couple exchanges of pleasantries, he promptly walked away from me to concentrate on chips.  I did enjoy, however, the chirpy Advisor's surprisingly deadpan humor last night.  We went back and forth exaggerating the number of schools cancelled in B'more tomorrow (actual number: 0), increasingly adding on school districts, even Hopkins, and also cancelling all homework in the process.  This completely befuddled his lesser, undergraduate advisees, which I particularly enjoyed.  Let that be a lesson to you kids.  Don't try to blend in with grown ups before your time.  It will only confuse you.  I should know.