Pomona Post Mortem
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…
I was just telling him it was nice to meet him, thanking him for the absinthe experience and saying goodbye. It seemed like introducing our tongues was the best way to do so.
Just trying to be polite, you know.
Jim? Is that you?
Nope. I didn’t kiss anyone but Jian. shrug. I dunno who did it.
;)
There was face sucking going on? Aw, I miss out on all the fun stuff.
I wonder if the party in question will ever ‘fess up. Hmmm…
(Between you, me and the lamppost, Chuck, I still think it was Jim. But don’t tell him I told you that. I think he’s in denial…)