Actually, we all hooked up after you left.  That talk of porn wasn’t just for the heck of it.  You should have mentioned that’s why you showed up; we would have cut out the small talk.

Okay, so you had fun with us bloggers, then went and met up with MORE bloggers without inviting us? 

I’m hurt. Really hurt.
well, not that hurt because I don’t really like bissap baobab.  I want to.  But we don’t always get what we want.

Wow, you were on clement street Sunday morning too?  Wow! ( I think I already said wow, but whatever) So was I!  I had breakfast at Q and then walked over to Green Apple Books and exercised great restrain by deciding that given the amount of unread books at home I could not justify buying anymore, despite the 12 i had removed from the shelves. 

Then I put the on a pile so the good people there would have something to do.  Aren’t I nice?

Have you ever been to the Unitarian Church besides for this meditation thing?  If so, I’d love to hear about it.  I’ve been meaning to wangle my way over there on a Sunday morning, but unfortunately never seem to make it. 

Meditation isn’t for me.  that and yoga just make me angry. weird, eh?

okay.  I think this comment is more like a blog entry so I am goign to shut up now.

Yep.  It was a good one!  Lovely seeing you and Kel.  Can’t wait to do it again next month!

you know, i’ve never doubted that Greg is many shades of talented, but to be able to sleep while standing up! sigh. That is a trick that is to be envied.

and i’m pretending the dinner didn’t happen because otherwise i’ll be consumed by jealousy and dude, i got way too much work right now to risk that. if only i could figure out a way to be consumed by a tremendous desire to be productive. alas, tis not to be, i fear.

How can I put this delicately?

Dan, guys do NOT frolic no no no.

We also never admire a flower than call it pretty!

It’s the man way Dan, we are a part of this club whether we like it or not.

Now I am going to power walk to my mailbox, then go throw back a couple of brewskies. (actually a grande latte but we need to stick to the manly stuff, maybe I could wrap my latte in my red stripe bottle hugger)