Last night, I attended a most excellent party. (Thank you, Grace and Micha! I regret that I did not get to say more than a few words to Micha, but there were so many people there and too many interesting and great conversations!) The main focus was as a sort of going-away-to-college shindig, but there was also a birthday, and just general Summer celebration. There were bellydancers, a local band playing acoustic folk-y music, some musicians playing middle-eastern music (with a couple of other musicians jamming along with them), a fire pit, great food and spirits, and all sorts of great people. Overall, a great time!
Anyway, getting back to the subject line of this post, a little girl last night said I looked like a professor from Harry Potter. After a bit more prompting, she narrowed it down to “the one that turns into a werewolf,” but I think she had the name wrong (she said Quirrel, but wasn’t it Lupin that was the werewolf?). She kept insisting I was the werewolf every single time she saw me throughout the evening (which was frequent; cute bordering on annoying, in typical little kid fashion). It’s a good thing it wasn’t a full moon!