Salut!

Bonsoir, tout le monde! Everyone alive and well? Me, i was buried under layers and layers of work, and i am just starting to come up for air. Haha, maybe i am just making it up! Maybe i am just having too much fun somewhere else. C'est possible!

Ok, silly girl, get a grip! Let's talk about the Open House last saturday. D'accord. It was fun in general. Crazy chem students burning chrysanthemums with liquid nitrogen or checking your temp with laser thingi from a distance, throngs after throngs of wide-eyed kids and entering freshmen eyeing my paper-plate fractal structures and asking how they can be made, billowing smoke from nearby burning forest covering the clear sky and causing breathing problem, wait, that one was not fun! There were four of us young profs (ok, ok, young looking, who doesn't know by the time you get your ph.d. and the job, you have kissed your twenties good-bye) and one master's student in his sixties. Invariably, all incoming questions were directed to the student. Sadly, he had beard and baldness, and we didn't. Ah, perceptions!

But mostly two things stood out. As i was chit-chatting with visitors at my booth, in came a low-talker. They do exist! Indeed i was beside myself, thinking "Wow, it is quite possible that none of those Seinfeld characters were invented!" As she spoke to me going from audible phrases to what amounted to barely lip movements, i was about to nudge my young colleague (fellow member of Dude Club) but couldn't do so without being conspicuous. But later on, we were like, "wow!".

The second one was just a realization. After spending 4 hours with my said colleague, manning our booth, discussing his escapades (he sees naked strangers on a bi-weekly basis, LOL, it's like a riddle, can you tell who they are?), and mine (how one deceptively demure Leo took on the big boys' club and gave them a taste of her wrath), i said to myself, wait a minute, he is the perfect candidate to be my man-friend! Playful, artistic, joke-ster, a connoisseur of the art of cooking. Well, truth is i did find more people like him, but every person of similar wave-length that i find, usually end up wanting to be more than my friend; like my recent plane-friend, par exemple. Which is a bloody shame, if you ask me. But somehow i think this one will stick. Yay!

I will have to admit though, when the friendship that i cherished most morphed into us (mr jones and moi) i was not the least bit sad...it was a dream come true...is still like a dream, ah oui, nous avons de la chance.

Hmm, i think i had other stuff to say, but i can't remember. I am in such a pondering mood. Thinking of my square-root, :-P sorry, private joke!