Pseudo-Celebrity

So I was at the kickin’ afore mentioned shindig…hilarity ensued. The party seemed to reach capacity around 10 or so. At that point, the early risers hadn’t departed and the party hoppers were just arriving.

Having had more than my fair share of prosciuto e melone* I decide to use this opportunity to make the rounds and meet the people I don’t yet know. On the way to meet these new people I swipe myself one more prosciuto e melone (just in case). As I am grabbing The Luscious, my wife, Miranda Kopfschmertzen, is grabbing my arm, pulling me away from my dearest treat. It seems there are introductions in order and I am to be part of them. Pi