Mob Party (Better Later than Never)
The wife and I weren't planning on staying as long as we did at the party on Saturday. I wasn't feeling well, but we decided to have dinner and catch up with Uncle Ben, The Night Writer Family (and hanger on), and just see what was going on.
We had the pleasure of meeting King David and Mocha Momma, the folks from Echo Zoe and from Our House, Triple A, Mitch Berg, and even an Evil Weeble.
Speaking of Evil Weebles, when we got there, we saw someone running down the road, screaming like a little girl. I have learned that it was Learned Foot running away as soon as he saw the Evil Weeble. It scared him. I had some chills, but at least I manned up.
And then there was Joe Tucci: Curse you, bastard.
I'll just leave it at that.
We had the pleasure of meeting King David and Mocha Momma, the folks from Echo Zoe and from Our House, Triple A, Mitch Berg, and even an Evil Weeble.
Speaking of Evil Weebles, when we got there, we saw someone running down the road, screaming like a little girl. I have learned that it was Learned Foot running away as soon as he saw the Evil Weeble. It scared him. I had some chills, but at least I manned up.
And then there was Joe Tucci: Curse you, bastard.
I'll just leave it at that.
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Tuesday, September 12, 2006
