Surprisingly, I was up and ready early enough yesterday afternoon to not only get fondue ingredients with timenchanter, but also make it to the Hamptons with said ingredients before 6:30pm.
Even more surprising, after the shredding, mixing, and smoke cleared, most people kinda liked it.
Hell, I liked it.
And that's all despite being eclipsed by Nate-o's astoundingly delicious chocolate crême brulée.
It was a typically wonderful Hamptons evening, with the usual cast of great people, including those I always like to
I was, as usual, there quite late. The unusual part is that I actually washed the various cheese-covered implements and packed them away - despite the fact that tracking down all the fondue forks took a bit of work.
Of course, the most unusual part was when (blond, skinny) Mark fell down in the bathroom and hurt his ribs. There was some attempt to settle him down in the guest bedroom, but around 3:00am, he decided he'd prefer to go to a hospital.
Which is why, right now, I'm pacing an empty hospital waiting room, and getting high blood pressure from Fox propaganda. He and Timmie are somewhere in the bowels of Good Samaritan - I gather he's getting x-rays at this moment.
You never know where events will take you...