Too Smart for My Own Good

I'm intelligent, and I am a nerd (which I'll easily admit to). Last night, however, I felt like a complete dork.

At Katz's (which never Kloses), I was in a corner booth with a group, none of whom has an English degree or is a teacher (and are about as opposite as myself as one can imagine). One of them (I think Andrew) said something about eating children (not serious, of course). I looked over at him and said, "Well that's a modest proposal."

NO ONE GOT IT. When I said that, confused looks were cast in my direction. I was damn proud of my pun, but that pride deflated when I realized that I was the only dork that understood it. Sigh.

Anyway, that was last night.

This morning, I ran with June. I only did 3, just to be on the safe side, not wanting to hurt myself too quickly (at all). Afterwards, June and I went for breakfast and I discovered that the new IKEA catalog is in today's Chronicle. Woo-hoo!

Now, I'm going to nap (maybe after a game of Scrabble) and then hit the gym.