Monday, November 12, 2007
Snatches from the Pink Snapper — 1
[An evening at the Pink Snapper always leaves me with a fresh perspective. And I've long felt that the wit and wisdom of my fellow convivialists should be more widely appreciated. Hence the first installment in an occasional series.]
Felicia: I don't remember seeing you at the party. Were you there?
Me: Of course I was there. Don't you remember talking to me?
Felicia: No. Where was I?
Me: Over by the tent.
Felicia: Oh, yeah. Didn't we do something dirty?
Felicia: So who was it then?