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I had mooted the idea of going out to the bar tonight, but Second Thanksgiving has wiped me out. Fig and Nuphy got along exactly as well as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monshu hoped they would, and Fig repaid handsomely the confidence we put in him by entrusting him with the dessert in the form of a "Holiday spice cake" from Southern Living magazine that was a work of art. (We were all full of praise for his "vertical nuts".)
We also finally got to meet the mystery man in Nuphy's life. Unfortunately, he had to be somewhere half an hour before our proposed start time so the Old Man woke from his nap to find a text saying, "We'll be there about [twenty minutes from now]". He's a Donauschwabe with such classic Aryan looks that it was all I could do to refrain from bursting into a chorus of "Tomorrow Belongs To Me!" at the sight of him. He had the oddest way of speaking, to the degree that he sounded more like an L2 speaker of English, albeit a particularly accomplished one.
He's also a cop for a Lake County suburb, which led to some interesting discussions on the way over and--briefly--in our living room. Even he thinks Chicago cops are assholes. The town where he's working is unusually racially-diverse for the area, so it will be interesting to hear more about his experiences there.
monshu hoped they would, and Fig repaid handsomely the confidence we put in him by entrusting him with the dessert in the form of a "Holiday spice cake" from Southern Living magazine that was a work of art. (We were all full of praise for his "vertical nuts".)We also finally got to meet the mystery man in Nuphy's life. Unfortunately, he had to be somewhere half an hour before our proposed start time so the Old Man woke from his nap to find a text saying, "We'll be there about [twenty minutes from now]". He's a Donauschwabe with such classic Aryan looks that it was all I could do to refrain from bursting into a chorus of "Tomorrow Belongs To Me!" at the sight of him. He had the oddest way of speaking, to the degree that he sounded more like an L2 speaker of English, albeit a particularly accomplished one.
He's also a cop for a Lake County suburb, which led to some interesting discussions on the way over and--briefly--in our living room. Even he thinks Chicago cops are assholes. The town where he's working is unusually racially-diverse for the area, so it will be interesting to hear more about his experiences there.