Tater Tots Are For Lovers (and so is Oberlin)

Yesterday morning, Mike and I drove to Oberlin College, my alma mater. I hadn't been back since I graduated nine years ago, and this was the very important first stop:

This is called a Buffalo Shistawouk. About this sandwich, Mike said, "That was good. Now I never have to eat one again." A fair assessment.

Then we went to find Dan Chaon, the temporary owner of an extremely awesome mustache AND a box of Cheerios.

Dan is so cool that he has signed Lynda Barry comics in his office. I mean, come on. That is stone-cold cool.

There were posters with my face on them all over campus. Also, someone is missing part of a Saab key, so if you see one, holler.

I gave Mike a tour, including a stop at Finney Chapel. This photo goes straight to Big Pete.

Dan introduced me.

I read.

Me + Dan + One Skinny Mustache

Me + the very, very cute Chelsey Johnson

Oberlin has some very, very fashionable students. This smart cookie bought his t-shirt from us in October of 2008, a month after we got married.

My handsome husband, on Wilder Bowl.

In a womb chair.

Oberlin, it was a blast. I won't let it go another nine years, I promise. The students asked wonderful questions, and laughed at all my jokes, and my dear friend Dan paid for dinner. What could be better? Totally worth driving back and forth.

Love and tator tots,

Emma