They say that what happens in Pomona stays in Pomona, so I can’t say too much about what happened at Jim‘s party last Friday. I’ll just say Beth and I had a good time and were glad to meet Jim and the mysterous Jian. I think I can safely do the Romper Room Magic Mirror thing without revealing too much, though — names aren’t too incriminating, are they? I saw Carol and Sarriah and the Curmedgeon and of course my lovely housewife and a Life Coach without a blog who was dead-set on addicting everyone at the party to absinthe, which everyone knows is a gateway drug leading to hallucinations and the wearing of berets and the smoking of Gauloises cigarettes.

Don’t believe me? I have cell phone photographic proof. Here he is brewing his evil conconction in the kitchen, right out in plain sight:

I’d better stop. I’ve said too much already. Next I might start talking about catching one of the above bloggers sucking face with a certain Green Fairy pusher…