Kilted, Stilted, Jilted

If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all.

I had a moment today, when I thought I knew someone on the street, and I shouted her name. "Serena!" I said, "It's me, Russ!" And it was not Serena; it was in fact someone who did not appreciate having a guy in a kilt stop her in the middle of the street to see if she was or was not this Serena person.
Unable to pass up an opportunity to make an ass of myself, I said, "Well, just because you're not Serena doesn't mean we can't have a cup of iced tea and some sliced apples, does it?"
With a look that came all the way from the reptile part of her brain, she said, "Yes, it does."

Yeah, that almost left a mark.

And J is taken, apparently in a long term relationship. V thinks that she may be reluctant about the relationship, but I don't wreck a home unless I live in it. And Mh was very sweet, assuaging my disappointment. She was the better of the angels, again.

Went to lunch to celebrate Tony's 70th birthday. It was fun, and I got to participate in a pedagogy discussion with my two summer profs and the head of the department, along with two fellow students and a PhD candidate who also does in-class observations. Rubbing shoulders with giants and not feeling short...

I met Dave's sons. They are so very, very Dutch. And they have that whole "so cute you must gobble them up!" thing going for them. Seeing a man with his kids makes me realize what I'm missing not being a dad.

We ate at this restaurant that Tony and his wife have been going to since the 60's. The owners and the staff all know them. How cool is that? That's what I want. I want a place where my love and I can go and be known to everybody inside the restaurant. When there's a new staff member, they get introduced to us as "the regulars." How sweet is it that they have that history together? There really are living poems in the world, and I got to watch one being written today.
Oh, and Tony, I looked up Wilford Owen. Thanks for the heads up!

I then hung out for a bit with my fellow students, V and A, made some inappropriate comments (don't look so awed) and met A's fiance. A great guy, but he's got to get a shirt that fits him, for Christ's sake. He looks like he's going to a slumber party...

I'm not sure if today was bad, but I can't sleep, which is usually an indicator of crapitude. I guess today wouldn't suck so much if I hadn't had such a great Thursday night and Friday afternoon. But after this weekend, I needed a big lift of some sort. I was right on the edge of one all day, but I kept falling short. But I got to be around people who are happy, and that counts for something.