Ya Mess With the Bloom, Ya Get the Horns

Josie and I went to our friends' house somewhere in Westchester yesterday for dinner. We also played a board game called Cranium.

First of all, next time we invite them over, we're really gonna have to step it up. They had an absurd amount of hors D'oeuvres, and then chicken, steak, etc. They even made margaritas, and put lime slices on the glasses.

When they came over to our place, I think we had cheese, crackers and lasagna. Wa waaaaah!

Before we started playing the game, the male member of their twosome was talkin' quite a bit of trash. That ended about ten minutes in.

When I say we annihilated them, I'm understating the destruction and devastation. I think the Washington Generals give the Harlem Globetrotters a better fight. We were answering questions so quickly (and they were "lucking" into such difficult questions) that it almost seemed like an SNL sketch, but funnier (...to me, anyway).

I'm surprised they gave us a lift to the subway after, partially due to embarrassment, but also due to my concern with whether they'd be able to stand.

The lesson here is...Never talk trash to someone who has a blog.

Rock On,

Aitch