Fri, 07 Mar 2008
Herbert and pajamas
Three nights ago, I went to Pancho Villa at 11 at night for a burrito. I was in my pajamas, and an originally-Polish girl (whose name I forget, sadly) struck up a conversation with me. She explained a minute or so in:
I was thinking of talking to you as soon as I saw you, but I thought you looked very focused on the menu.
She was sweet, and I suggested she wear hers to Pancho Villa. "But they're pink!" she objected.
On the walk back, a boy and a girl who looked in their mid-twenties drove down Fourteenth Street and turned onto Valencia while I was waiting at the corner. The girl's face lit up when she saw my pajamas.
Two nights ago, I was at a cocktail party at the home of the principal of the French-American International High School that I will be speaking at tomorrow. I spoke with the director of maths [sic] at the school, and after about twenty minutes of good conversation, he asked me if I knew I had this little guy in my pocket, or if my kids had put him there while I was unaware. Half an hour later, someone else wondered the same thing to me. Regardless, he was well-received by the school's staff, and in a car ride home, one of the teachers who organized the Internet Day joyfully played with him a little.
I know Herbert makes people happy, but who knew pajamas might be comparable?
