Kyle: So what do you blog about?
K: The hell that is my life. I’ll be blogging about this. Like how your wife called and said if you didn’t come home and bathe your son, she couldn’t be responsible for what she would do to him.
K: I mean, it’s not as interesting as a wife saying to her husband in the truck today, “I used to just want to poke him with a fork but now, looking at that screwdriver, I seem inspired,” but it’ll do.
Kyle: And people read that?
K: Hey, I didn’t say anyone was reading it. I just said I was blogging about it.
Other than that, I remember a librarian present (and I shan’t name names, as to protect Susan, I mean, The Librarian Who Shall Remain Nameless) who was able to elicit the word “Viagra” from nearly everyone present without ever saying the word herself, there was some conversation about gay socks and someone wanted to be spanked. Other than that, it was hidden in a Margarita-induced fog. I’d have to say it was the perfect 30th birthday party. And the Birthday girl didn’t look a day over 27….