It’s around 11:30PM on clear night in Munich. Brian and I are sitting in the lobby of Hotel Jedderman next to windows with a clear view from the street, using the free internet station. We received an email from Stanford saying that we could order our cap and gowns, but we needed to measure our head to get our cap size. Luckily, I had remembered to bring a tape measurer, exactly for this occasion. So Brian is helping me measure my head (an inch above the ears!) when two ladies walk into the lobby from the street. After Brian finished his measurement and I looked up, I saw the two ladies, standing over Brian’s shoulder, staring at us and the computer, looking confused and amused at the same time. I stared at them and they stared at me, Brian was somewhere in the middle. Then the ladies started laughing and I started laughing. I knew that they had thought what we were doing was the most bizarre thing they had seen all night, and I knew I had to explain it to them or I would never be able to live it down, so I said, “Sprechen sie Englisch?” (Do you speak English?) to which she nodded, and I explained “I’m trying to order a hat, so I have to measure my head!” and she said “Ohhhhh” and then babbled a lot about what she thought we might have been doing, which included, “Maybe you were measuring your brain?”