goodall strudel

i met jane goodall yesterday! and by "met," i mean she came into the theo tour hopper yesterday morning, the room in which i lecture 25 bourgie entitled customers daily on why they should care about fair trade. about ten of us were lined up like the von trapp family, wearing matching t-shirts, drinking coffee from matching mugs, dumb grins on our faces. it was so surreal. it was supposed to be our time to ask her questions and "chat" with her about her life. i had nothing to say. what the hell would i say to jane goodall?? "excuse me, dr. goodall. how does it feel to be such a badass, important, amazing person?" part of me wanted to tell her i dressed up as her for halloween last year. the better part of me talked that part of me out of it. so i just stood there and grinned stupidly.

then i was allowed to help serve her private 12-person brunch. eeeeeee!!!* she had to go upstairs and rest before brunch was over, so they took her chocolate strudel up to her resting room. today i went upstairs to fill up water and it's still sitting there, half eaten. jane goodall germs on a half-eaten day-old strudel! who wants it? who wants it?

*in chimp language, that means "holy shit, becca! sometimes you have an awesome life!!!"