News From Bean Town

Blair the Fabulous (aka My Favorite Englishman)  writes to say he's in Boston at the Convention. This is fabulous not only because he's already met Bill and Hilary and given Ben A-fleck the what for, but because this means he's still speaking to me after an extremely crassy Memorial Day party with friends and them fam (the post I wrote about the weekend entitled "Dude How Have We Not Figured Out What the Birds are Saying" didn't include some of the finer points like my mom reading the ENTIRE commencement speach that Kurt Vonegut gave at Lehigh or my brother being so angry at this that he shot off fire arms, or me singing a fantastic rendition of ILBTs [see also the Fourth of July Post] or my mom falling off her chair or the wild dancing to Led Zepplin and champaign drinking until 4am) and a Fourth of July voice mail that I can't remember due to much of the same as above but I'm willing to bet it wasn't pretty.   Hopefully, we'll hear more from Blair as the Convention steams on.  Beers for everyone!!