About a dozen of us gathered for a plate party at the Cordova Flying Saucer a week ago. There were newly-hired meteorologists, a slew of psychologists, dear friends from Oregon, and various partners. We moved from the patio to indoors at the last minute because a few of us cooked during the afternoon on Mud Island, walking the scale model of the lower Mississippi River. It requires a significant amount of time because there are a lot of panels to read. I should have photographed them because the history was interesting.
Anyway, hot. The tolerable atmosphere from the weekend had departed, replaced by the typical and more oppressive normal version. The Saucer was also observing its weekly glass night but there was not much of a crowd and I could actually hear the multiple conversations at the table. I learned about how to ensure an organ recipient has the correct blood type, odds and ends in psychology and education in general, and interesting bits about my new co-workers. We were there over three and a half hours, which is a lot longer than normal. Even so, no one over-indulged and we were a well-behaved bunch. The tab was not excessive, probably because there were so few of us. I think some people just put one beer on the account, too.
The mid-week party broke up the routine but it might be better to go back to the weekend.