Actually, it should read "Guess Who Came for Beers". That would be our friend John of Toilet Paper with Page Numbers and Chicago Boyz. He's in the area for a conference so we met up and downed a few brews and swapped a few lies at a local pub.
Fine fellow for a marketeer, our John. He has had some pretty amazing, and hair-raising, experiences in eastern Europe (but really, John, shivving that KGB agent was just a tad over the top, don't you think?) We shared some family stories, stories about work (in kinda-sorta allied industries), stories about Mr. Bingley (dude, you need to post a pic of that little chiffon number), and what not. And drank a beer or two. And a good time was had by all.
And now to bed. Four o'clock comes early, my children.
Posted by Ken S at May 7, 2007 09:26 PM | TrackBack (0) |It was good meeting you, too.
But dude, don't even joke about that KGB stuff, I don't want a sandwich full of strontium the next time I'm in Brighton Beach. For the record, I was only detained by the KGB twice, never arrested.
Besides, I'm not the tough guy in my family, my father-in-law is. When, in the first day you meet your father-in-law, he tells you about nearly cutting the head off of the first guy he killed, you tend to take your in-law relationships very seriously.
And if Bingley came anywhere near me in a dress, I'd have dumped him in the East River. But thanks for the mental image, man. Where's the Clorox?
Posted by: John at May 8, 2007 12:20 AMHeh heh heh. Okay, no more KGB jokes.
Bingley jokes are still okay though, right?
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at May 8, 2007 05:33 AMBingley jokes are always cool.
Posted by: John at May 8, 2007 08:04 AM