A rally? You mean like ra ra sis boom bah?
For a few weeks now Nathan has been telling me is going to an “ABA Rally” in Virginia. I didn’t really think much of it until yesterday when he was packing and all of the sudden I thought, “What in the hell is a bird rally anyway?” Here is the convo that went down in the Swick household. I kid you not:
Me: “So, what exactly do you do at a bird rally? Do you like hold up signs that say ‘Go Birds!’ and walk around the city?” (I’m not exaggerating – that’s honestly what I thought said bird rally was)
Nathan: “Um, no. It’s a big meeting for birders where we have a lot of birding field trips.” (husband clearly trying to dumb it down for non-birding wife)
Me: “Oh, ok. So where are you staying? In a hotel?”
Nathan: “No, we’re staying at a park. It’s quite swanky actually.”
Me: “A park? Swanky?”
Nathan: “Yea, it has cabins with bunk beds.”
<Wife shakes head in despair>
So there you have it folks. A birding widow’s view on a bird rally. What would be the equivalent for nerdy professors like me? Holding up signs about how abysmal skewness and kurtosis are while marching around campus?