Now THAT'S entertainment

I'd like to see a game show based on how fast a person can eat a Taco Bell Taco Supreme without letting a single chunk of tomato, shred of lettuce, piece of cheese, dollop of sour cream or crumb of ground beef fall to the paper wrapper below. It's illegal to hold your hand underneath the taco to catch stuff, but putting your face under there is fair game. Bonus points if, before the contestant picks up the taco, the two sides of the taco shell diverge at an angle of more than twenty degrees.

Awright, WHY is it

Why is it that the people I'd love to hear from, the people who couldn't possibly tell me too much about what's going on in their lives, the people I really enjoy talking to, the people I wish I could spend more time with, the people I would really like to have open up and share things with me... are NEVER EVER the same ones who phone me up out of the blue and assume I have an hour to listen to them blather?

I guess this post could have been a lot shorter. To wit: "Caller ID is your friend."

Good Dance!

The square dance went well! Woohoo! Even my singing wasn't too horrid. The dancers looked like they were having a good time.

The whole thing had a Harry Potter theme, so I opened with the words "nitwit, oddment, tweak" to much laughter. All dancers were sorted into the four houses at the door (we had a sorting hat) and at the end I had them cheer for which house did the best. I was glad I remembered the books so I could do a lot of that sort of banter. It really livens up the place.

As it happened I called four levels: Plus and A2 alternating, with a class-level tip thrown into the middle (that one was fun - can't even use waves! strained my ability) and a C1 tip at the very end. I felt good that people could change the program (in this case, adding the C1) and with no preparation or warning I could just say "sure".

Phew! Glad it's done.

Now I have all day Sunday to hide all the evidence of the orgy I had at the house while Rob was gone goof off.