Last night I ended up going to a “BBQ party” with my last Italian teacher and two of her friends. It was over in Oakland and ended up being at some “alternative” living space. Someone was outside barbecuing ribs, the birthday girl was also outside with her glow-in-the-dark hula hoop, others were both outside and inside drinking, eating and socializing. Aside from my teacher and her two friends, everyone else was American. The first face that caught my eye when I walked in was that of Jorge (they insisted that it was spelled this way, but pronounced “Georgie”), the most popular “person” there. Everyone wanted a picture with him. At 3 months and only 17 lbs., he was a little young for me, but I fell in love nonetheless. (I’ve always had a thing for Frenchies!)
