On Meeting Warren

The first time that Warren and I really hung out, by which I mean decided to be friends, was the night the last paper of my semester was due. It was late in December and I was tired. I decided to have a beer (or several?) while editing my last paper. Either way, my editing pace slowed. I had Stearns from afar and Myrrh from the same room take parts to edit, because I wasn't going to be done on time. Still, even with all that help, I turned the paper in a couple of hours late.

Myrhh: "Just tell the professor that this is actually wicked early because you're sending it from Hawaii."

And that, for some odd reason (those beers), was precisely what I did:

I’m in Hawaii right now, so this is wicked early…

Merry Christmas!

Emily