6/7/2002 - 5:54 p.m.
Khris, the TA for our site, had us gathered around him as he prepared to show us how to precisely tie a line to a stake for making line measurements. He had our complete attention, then reached into his pocket for a knife, and pulled out a dimebag. Laughter and pointing. "That's for the ride home to Baltimore," said Khris, who drives a new VW bug.
In the car on the way back, we were laughing about it, but then a girl named Heather--who has a striking resemblance to Bonnie Reid, although less mean and less fat--got serious, "For bringing drugs to a class he's supposed to be teaching, if he got caught he could be fired."
"Do you think Leone" -- quote: "I'm not high right now" -- "would fire him for it?"
No, she replied, "He'd probably say, 'I'll have to confiscate that.'"
The girls in our group think Khris is hot, and although he has a serious girlfriend, a girl who goes by Corbin and looks like Brittany Spears has announced the goal of getting him to fuck her before the field school is over. Heather said this on the drive to Annapolis, and said Corbin was going to dress slutty toady. She was dressed appropriately, and during a cigarette break outside the William Paca Garden Archaeology Lab, on a brink street with the Naval Academy dome hanging over this, Heather called out, "You're pants are too high, I can't see your underwear!" Corbin obligingly yanked up her thong under wear and shook her ass.
Someone, I don't remember who, previously mentioned a field school where you weren't allowed to get on your hands and knees. You had to squat. And the reason is for photographs--they don't want your ass featured prominently in the photograph. "My ass has been in so many photos," Khris said.
In two weeks we'll be leaving the backyard excavations and heading over to the plantation. We're excavating very near the fake horizon, and there are some woods nearby. But it doesn't have to be horizontal, Corbin said.Corbin went back to Baltimore, but today Heather, another member named Ryan and I are going into Georgetown. It's a compromise. I planned to go in by myself to Dupont Circle tonight; Heather invited me to see a movie, and I thought that heading through very sketchy neighborhoods and exploring a strange entertainment district by myself was not the best of plans. But I don't want to sit in a movie theater watching The Sum of All Fears, as exciting as it is to be living in an area terrorists would care about enough to blow up.
