Weird, my finger is swollen...I recall hurting a few weeks ago but only a little tenderness for a couple days.
One of my husband's physics colleagues likes to have dinner parties at his house when visiting scientists come into town. Tuesday was one such night. I was pressed, as I always am, after dessert to "Just try this" as all the cognacs and liqueurs come out. Since my husband drove, for a change, I did try this. I had (all in shot glasses) a lovely single malt whiskey (and I'm not usually one for single malts but this one was special, wish I could remember the name of it), port, cognac, a light amber colored liqueur that I don't know what it was, all on top of the white wine I had with the dinner itself. I told the host it was more alcohol than I'd probably drunk in the rest of 2019 combined. He said, while giving me a big hug, that I had made him very happy.
This same colleague was the host of the infamous party where I got Norman Ramsey and Dudley Herschbach to discuss Shakespeare all night.
Nice bit of name dropping there BD.
Yes, I love name dropping people most of us have to google. ;-) It's a joke with my theater friends. Yeah? You worked at the Huntington with Nick Offerman? Well, I've had dinner with Wolfgang Ketterle.
Bobby De Niro once told me that dropping names was an American pastime.
My name inspired a song. The writer of it may deny it, but it is easy to see.
My face has launched a thousand ships.
Except for the Pasadena part, I resemble that song. No apology necessary but taters are gratefully eaten.
Young man at church (3 at the time) stopped at my office door to sing the song to me a few months ago. He didn't know that it was my middle name - just knew the first name was mine. He is such a cutie.