I guess the fact that the room is still spinning a little bit--just a little after noon--means that we had a really good time at the town festival last night.
Seriously...the Frogs throw back a TON of wine. I don't know how they do it, but the would-be alcoholic in me probably needs to be a bit more vigilant the next time I go to a party and wine is flowing like a river. I mean, a stranger saw that my glass was empty and just filled it right on up from his own bottle.
All good sense just goes right out the window. And yet, all I can think about is the Wedding at Cana. I feel like we ought not kid ourselves. The implication in the text is that people were getting HAPPY thanks to the wine.
I dunno what that means for me today. I guess just that the Lord had been to parties like the one last night, so in a funny way, I don't feel quite so guilt-ridden for telling myself, "Have another glass! Party time!!"
But still.
We're about to begin the last week of the summer class. Friday is Departure Day. I CANNOT believe it's been 6 weeks already. Actually...as I look at my beard, which has been growing this whole time, I kind of can. It's feeling substantial again. Just the way I like it. On the road to Christmas Carol 2012.
But back to the town festival. It was sort of a local thing, where people from the area come to sell their wares, everyone eats a ton, drinks more than is good for them, and watches a surprisingly impressive fireworks show. And yes, everyone Oohs and Aahs in the same language.
Sampled some rather odd things... Ostrich sausage, pigeon fillets, and my very first escargot. At first I was resolved to never EVER eat a googly-eyed slug-in-a-shell, but then someone said they were basically oysters. Flashback to Cousin Billy's oyster roast and I thought, "Okay. Maybe I can do this."
Gotta start getting ready for an afternoon modeling session. One of the instructors is bound and determined to finish this portrait this afternoon. More later!
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