After my weekend adventure in the wilds of New Jersey, I'm now plotting out which kid will have to go to Princeton.* Because, dudes. Lovely town. Architecturally awe-inspiring college.** And knitters.
The woman on the far right is Janice, who was my contact for the gig and who let me sleep in her house*** and play with her dog. On her right is Terri, who is a long-time Knitter's Review friend who may have been on the blog before. She's probably just said something sassy to Janice, hence the unfortunate face.
There was a cello player.
And umpty billion high school kids. A fine time seems to have been had by all. I know I enjoyed myself. If you're ever in the area, be sure to check out the Princeton Public Library. It is a good place. How do I know? Any place that gives you something like this
as a parting gift is a good place. Need more proof? I've seen the Unemployed Philosophers Guild's toys before and never felt compelled to buy one, despite how delightful they are. The PPL had one that caused my to dig out my wallet and demand that they take my money.
Right? No sane person could resist. Gods I love Vonnegut. He now lives on my desk, next to the drinking bird that one of the kids added to the tableau while I was away. Because reasons.
And, now, gratuitous Lucy, who posed since I had the camera out.
* Both kids have the smarts, of course, but I suspect the Diva will lean more toward a smaller school and the Boy will apply, get in easily, then go all Bartleby and prefer not to go.
** I hear the education is pretty good, too. Still. Those buildings.
*** after one of the more tedious drives I've ever made. There was torrential rain and flooding. Plus, a big-old semi had hydroplaned and blocked both lanes of traffic on 206. Since I had a book-on-tape, plenty of snacks, and no real reason to get there quickly, waiting it out was no problem. The 3.5 hour drive wound up taking about seven hours, tho.