I was conscious that I was hungry (I had consciously not had breakfast at home because I was expecting to have brunch) and that where I was headed downtown wasn't really abundant with breakfasty options.
I was already planning to go to Scott and Sonia's Yom Kippur breaking the fast at 7:30 that night ("Even if you will not be fasting (or not observing at all), we would like to invite you to join us for a scrumptious break-fast Saturday evening.") so I kind of decided to fast all day.
I'm not really sure how I feel about fasting. I am a big fan of being attentive to our body's needs (e.g., eating when hungry) -- and I know people who struggle with disordered eating, such that they often ignore or don't experience hunger cues, so I have real pushback against training yourself to ignore cues like hunger.
I felt a little bit like I was cheating, because I'd had dinner at like 9pm the previous night, so it wasn't quite a 24-hour, sundown-sundown, fast -- plus I'd slept in, so it was only like 10 hours of waking fast -- but yeah, I kind of refuse to feel guilty.
All the food was vegetarian \o/ except for the pickled herring Sonia's mom brought. I know it's traditional to break the Ramadan fast with a date (I broke my fast with a sip of apple cider and a bite of raisin challah bread) but the idea of traditionally breaking your Yom Kippur fast with pickled herring? :/
Ben came by by later on.
After he'd been there some minutes, he said to me, "So who do we know here?
I said, "Well, a lot of the people are Sonia's family -- I could probably name about half the people here, but I'm not sure how many of them you would know, so it depends on what you mean by 'Who do we know?'" I then pointed out and named (some of) the Harvard-affiliated people and then category-named more broadly. Around that point, Sonia came by and did a slightly more thorough version but yeah, Ben commented to me later that I usually know what's going on [even when it's totally not my job].
I headed out around 10pm 'cause I could feel I was fading (and it's about a 45-minute walk home from their place) -- and then ended up chatting with my housemate and a friend of hers on the floor between our two bedrooms for about an hour and a half. Oops.
While cleaning up, Scott and Sonia were like, "Who brought beer? We don't even drink beer." (Some of what had been brought had been drunk, and some of it they were willing to keep, but they definitely didn't want to keep all of it.) I pointed out to Scott that he could bring it in to work.
Scott: "How would I bring it in to work?"
me: "How do you normally get to work?"
Scott: "Not carrying anything."
me: "Okay, fine." [He has RSI.]
So I brought it home. Housemate's friend is taking the beer, so it will have a good home that is not the mini-fridge at my work.