Denizens of the college traveled from as far afield as A100 to join in the java 'n' chocolate-chippian merriment. Hell, some of the people were total strangers to me. I said "Hi" anyway.
David's mom made most of the cookies, I think. They were great, although the white ones reminded me of the Monsanto "House of the Future" at Disneyland, which I'm told they've squirreled away in the basement next to Mr. Toad.
Lisa was as pleased as punch. She's quite the community organizer, you know--and an anarchist, like Professor Chomsky.
People came in waves. Each time, Lisa chased me out there to be friendly and smile like a dope, but that was OK. Everybody was nice and a good time was had by all.
I ate one too many cookies and so I'm now descending into a diabetic coma, but I need some sleep anyway.
Be on the lookout for Lisa and David's next soirée, which will feature the return of "yellow cake" and Uncle Buster's special phosphorescent Key lime pie. Yum!
Took some pics on the way home. You can tell, I guess, that the coma started kicking in. Whatever.