(I actually had a punch line to this story, but Josie has forbidden me to tell it...and I can't say that I blame her...)
I also decided last night, as I was walking our faithful dog Prince, that he is the best animal anyone could ask for in the world. Faithful, fearless, handsome. Never complains--and even if he did, he only speaks dog, so I wouldn't understand him anyway.
Went out last night to Union with Josie and our friend christopoopee. She had four toasted almonds, he had six martinis (altogether that night). I had two beers and a desire to talk on and on. The place was deader than an Andrews Sisters reunion tour. I prefer light and movement, although watching Chris play Twister in his underwear had its moments.