Welcome Topherius!

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I want to give a big LJ welcome to topherius, an old college pal of mine, co-survivor of the "Our Pomona" tech rehearsal and Ranelli's Hamlet, and founder of the Cas. Cas's were Friday night - or was it Saturday night? - off-campus gatherings where weary theatre majors gathered to sprawl on couches, listen to music, watch movies, and share stories about rehearsals, theatre profs, and general gossip.

My favorite memory is of getting a four-hand massage while eating fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies -- one of the early great sensual experiences of my life.

Topherius is also the person who served me the first alcoholic drink I actually enjoyed: The Outback -- which was made from vodka, orange juice, and Black Rasbperry New York seltzer. The first time I ever got drunk it was hanging out with him and some other friends in his dorm room ("the Outback") because I knew that it was a safe place and I was curious to find out what it was like. (I was not impressed. It's seldom happened since then.)

We've had only sporadic contact since we graduated in 1988, and I'm looking forward to having him in my life again!

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Re: God Bless the Queen of Swords

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It occurred to me as I wrote about the Outback evening that you probably had long forgotten the event. I remember I kept asking you to make me more drinks, and I lost count around six(?). Of course, I have no idea how heavily you were pouring. Jim Sauve was one of the folks there that night. He walked me back to my room on the other side of M-B, with a stop at Meghan's room to make fun of me -- she laughed and said, "How cute!" -- and I wanted to kill them both. Jim told me that although I was coherent and steady, he would have known I was drunk because I took the wide barrette out of my hair.

"But I'm leaning against the wall," I said. "It was in the way and uncomfortable."

"If you weren't drunk you would have done something else," he insisted.

I never quite credited that, but thought it was an interesting insight into his perceptions of me.

(For anyone else who might be reading: this was back in the mid 1980's -- not quite "ancient history" but not last year either.)

I always find it interesting what different people remember about shared histories. Things that are central, vivid memories for one person are completely forgotten by another.