was saying to Mari between classes yesterday that I owed her great thanks. Saturday evening I had watched the close of the modern adaptation of Moliere's The Misanthrope
, which Ben directed. (Ben is another new faculty member, in Theatre and Music. Like Mari, he's Jewish, and the two of them give me wonderfully creative pseudo-crap about being Catholic.) We gathered later at the cocktail bar called Cure
, not too far from my place, in order to celebrate Ben's birthday. And there Mari gave me a line that's still cracking me up. I had ordered an appetizer along with our drinks, and certainly never even thought about sharing, I'm afraid, as I was simply hungry and figured everyone else could order something if they wanted to. So I went with this interesting-sounding "Mountain Ham & Anjou Pears." (Thin-Sliced 12 Month Aged Serrano Ham; Sherry-Poached Anjou Pears). Upon arrival:
Mari: What's that?
Me: Ham and pears.
Mari: Is it kosher?
Me: ... [in a what's-wrong-with-you/instructing-an-idiot-child tone] It's haaaaam.
I don't know, maybe it was a "delivery" kind of funny. But I thought it was hysterical....