After having a very Martin Luther-esque dream last night (my brother Paul and I were excommunicated and I had to defend us before a council of clergy), I’m now at work and taking my morning break, eating Kettle Corn (a flavor of popcorn that has a slight sweetness to it, just enough, not overpowering, and so, so good).
There was rock climbing in the dream too, I remember. And cable cars. Weird.
Last night John was watching a clip on his computer of “Jingleheimer Junction” from SNL, and now I have the stupid songs stuck in my head. Wonderful… :o)
Gotta refill on Kettle Corn.
kettle corn and house parties
yeah, that was the kind of popcorn they had in China, not the same name, but a slight sweetness to it…
Anyhoo, you’re still have the party tonight, correct? I will be at work on campus, but I will leave a wee bit early and bike home, but what time can you (or arrange to have someone else?) pick me up?
7:30 sound good? I’ll come by.