browngirl

So,

drglam, who is continually and astoundingly wonderful to me, invited me and the amazing

lyonesse to the Harvard Faculty Club for oysters. It grew into a dinner party, with Pywacket, Dr. R, & Dr. Glam's accomplished and handsome roommate J & his equallly accomplished and handsome, and gorgeously dressed, sister K.

I think the siblings kind of blew my mind. They're very much alike -- sharp, brilliant, funny, erudite -- and they looked a lot alike -- slender, angular cheekbones and pointy noses, curly brown hair, stylish glasses, long-boned -- and I ended up sitting between them as they teased each other and chatted about all manner of subjects. I mostly listened in various kinds of astonishment, turning back and forth like I was at a tennis match. Whoa.

At length on K's suggestion we went to Small Plates (ah, Harvard Square -- one of the few nostalgias I allow myself is walking through there and remembering doing so a dozen years ago) and had a dinner that was tasty, if not as splendid as the previous one K had there.

drglam treated me, and at this point I may have lost count of the nifty experiences I've had because of her generosity and perspicacity.

It was a really lovely evening. :)

And now, a poll.

Dr. Glam also gave me an action figure of Mickey Smith of Doctor Who fame and a Really Large Gun. The latter is, alas, probably not sutiable for an educational institution such as my workplace. I do want to show him off, though, not least since Dr. Martha Jones (currently standing on my desk, inside an overturned fishbowl and holding a small glass globe) gets all manner of comments, and it would fit to make a diorama of both the action figures she's given me. (Have I mentioned how delighted and grateful I am? *beams at

drglam*)

Hence, the poll!

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