The backstory: JT and I joined a bunch of Upper School Ceramics students at their annual kiln trip. I'm useless when it comes to Ceramics, so I spent Saturday grading midterm exams and cooking boatloads of food for the hungry teenagers. JT played in the snow and otherwise observed the kids. When I finished grading essays, I was ready to celebrate. And that's where the trouble started.
Mama: I've fished grading essays. Woot, woo! I'm going to celebrate by playing some music. What should I play?
JT (dubious): Okay, but don't embarrass yourself.
JT: I'm just saying'
I opted for some Clapton. It remains unclear whether or not I embarrassed myself.